So you're just having one of those mornings where the alarm rings too early even though you've been sleeping uneasily for the previous hour anyway and everything's moving just a little bit slow and you're feeling kinda bad because something bad happened to one of your football teams and something good happened to your other team but it's too little too late and most of all you're just trying to figure out how you spent yet another weekend watching so much goddamn football.

And the last thing you want to do is get up and go to work.

And you drive over to the gym while it's still dark out and you don't even get your daily comic relief in the form of the ladies who are making your memetracker so freakin' bizarre and when you get there and start your workout you continue to wonder at how it's possible that no matter what you do you still can't bench press hardly anything even as you are coming along everywhere else and you make it through your bike routine but it's a particular drag for whatever reason or no reason or because it's Monday and even the incredibly hot blonde on the Stairmaster doesn't make you feel any better because you know deep down or not even all that deep down that you wouldn't even have the self-confidence to ask out her ugly cousin Ethel.

And then you finish up and go down to the parking garage and the attendant isn't in the booth because for some reason they give the garage attendant quasi-janitorial duties as well that always seem to take him away from the booth exactly when you'r trying to pay so you can get out of there so you can get home and get to work and get on with your day and whatnot and he just isn't showing up so you take the elevator down to your car and drive up to the booth and honk and finally they deign to show up and allow you the privilege of leaving.

And then you emerge from the underground parking garage.

And the sky is pure blue and the sun's shining off the hills.

And you know you've seen days as beautiful but you're equally sure you've never seen one more beautiful.

And somehow, some way, in three seconds flat you've gone from being in a really sour mood to feeling wonderful about life, the universe, and everything.

And that's when you remember why you moved back to Los Angeles.