Further...

Maybe I should point out for the sake of transparency that I exaggerated a little in the previous post. There are, of course, lots of things from which I derive genuine pleasure, such as having cute kids smile at me (if for no other reason than I get to do my Stan Laurel impersonation,) watching dogs’ tails wagging, and seeing people throw eggs at politicians (elitist, disattached, arrogant, self-serving bunch of undesirables that they are.) It’s just that such things don’t happen twice a day.