Twenty four hours of a good day.
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?