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  • This is the second time I've done this.

    I hope you're not going to get annoyed.

    That is, I'm responding off the cuff to something you have written.

    You write of JOY.

    Joy is, as you say, something fundamental.

    I happen to be blessed with a cheery sort of personality. Overly so, at times [soundtrack here: the opening bars of 'Heidi', a popular children's cartoon here].

    My late husband was a flintily good balance to my relentless half-glassfulledness.

    But, even for me, the day to come will include - I've just learnt this term from you all, and I hope it's correct in this context - a 'bucket list' of the humdrum, the quotidian necessary, the downright unpleasant (e.g. my monthly check - and I've got another two months of it - that I've not contracted a particularly nasty infectious disease; worse, that our sons haven't either).

    Now, I was brought up in a Catholic environment but, here, it's the Protestant Ethic that comes into play in how I deal with things. Along the lines of 'duty before pleasure'.

    Oh, I quite agree with the notion of looking at joy, but I inject it with a note of anticipitation. It is, for me, a joy I will reserve after, and only after, I've got through what simply has to be done.

    And d'you know? Having that real untainted unadulterated joy in prospect gilds everything before.
    Puts wings on them. They positively WHIZZ by.

    Mark you. With this I am deviating from this my usual practice. Right now, I have Star, gnawing at my ankles to be taken out.

    Image: me, with a daft 'Heidi' expression
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