Ever have one of those days?

You know, you go into a store, and most of the lights are off so you know it's a power failure, and just as you're wondering if you can pay at the electronic cash register, the lights turn back on. "Thank you, Lord!" you say, "You answered my unspoken prayer."

Then you wake up.

You get on your bike and take a leisurely ride to the train station. Your cough hasn't gone away quite yet, but it doesn't bother you as you pedal away. You get there in plenty of time; the sun is shining, the trains aren't delayed, the "Wunnerful" conductor welcomes you aboard then passes the mike to a schoolgirl. "Next stop, Palo Alto," she says.

And you can't stop the feeling that it's going to be a great day.