The peculiarity of being me right now.
I no longer think the same, feel the same about things.
Bad stuff, tremendously good stuff seem to happen simultaneously.
There is no need to think is it good is it bad
because by the truckload there is just too many.
In the end just deal with them, have no opportunity to luxuriate in them, whether in pain, disgust or pleasure.
And the day goes by.
The next day begins again.