I remember reading of Goethe, a man so blessed that some have said he lived the fullest human life ever, that he said that in all his life he never had forty consecutive happy days. Senior year of college, after turning in my thesis, I put myself to this challenge, and had twenty-five consecutive happy days. This is not at all a bad run, for a human being. But on the twenty-sixth day, for no reason, I was unhappy. I’ve not made it to so many as twenty-five since, I don’t think.
I’m at ten straight happy days now. Wish me luck.