Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
~Kalil Gilbran

No, this isn't going to be a pain diatribe. All the good stuff about that has been said. Plus you have to be experiencing rant level pain to even attempt new insight. Instead, we're making more out of less these days. The congruency is proof that by just changing the parking spots it's produced bearlike magnetism. You see, it isn't just acting if the performance is splendid because the satisfaction is just a bit better. Those day~night two-fers are sacramentally resembling sound barrier breakers. Like hero home coming treatments. Like in our days of yore when the soulmance was non-stop.

Did you hear the one about the gloom and doom hairdresser? She monged some fear to a customer headed for Rome who told the hairdresser on her return everthing exceeded expectations, she got to meet the Pope and he asked her "who fucked up your hair?"

If the international symbol for 'bating is a Kleenex then the teeth I'm flashing from smiling today is the international symbol for Baby Magic. There's nothing boot camp-like about where I'm sitting. Maybe her return home has some heroic aspects that are ho-de-door. She easily gets out of a tight spot now.