Twenty four hours of a good day.

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Hey folks! The snow has arrived! Tolkien's "The Hobbit" opens on a snowy day in the Shire, and I'm reminded of how the white stuff makes everything look more picturesque; I think it's a good day to have a good day.

Imagine telling yourself this every day and believing it. What might occur? There are twenty-four hours in a day, twenty-four hours of a good day, each day! Who knew?