But lo; behold: I actually took some pleasure! Waltzed down the street chatting with an unlikely coworker for me to be hangin' with on a break. Talked a bit about the dire state the country's in and still felt good. Picked out a few funny little toys for my 5 year-old charge-to-be and sauntered back, marvelling at this most predictable of rebirths, the changing of seasons.
Once inside I threw open a window and took a minute to watch the crazy playground shenanigans next door. Those kids---what do they think about this business? How many of these transitions can they even remember?
I am happy to be alive this day.