I am thankful that big picture bad is overcome by smaller picture great.
Today I am blowing fall leaves around with my backpack leaf blower that starts right up even now in it's third flawless season, fueled from a great gas can that is just the right size for the oil that comes in the cans that are just right for the 2 stroke mix that make it so much easier than doing math in the dirt with a stick so I don't get the mix too lean and hole a piston, all while listening on my Bluetooth earcups to the streaming content of my choice. AND my wool socks don't have holes in them on this cold morning.
Life is good for this old man. On the small scale it is freaking great