My favorite eatery just repaved their parking lot. This repaving means when I use their drive up window, I won’t have to dodge potholes. Their parking lot was in dire need of repair. What surprised me about repaving effort was how much it thrilled me. It not only put a smile on my face but made me feel truly happy. How sad have I become that resurfacing a parking lot is the fulcrum of the well-being? Now if my favorite grocery store would fix their wobbly shopping carts I could become engulfed in permanent bliss.