It is small things that multiply our happiness.
I love every minute of my weekly off day.
A nagging toothache last weekend meant the evening had to be spent on a dentist’s chair. When I entered the clinic, I was told my number was 15. That meant a waiting time of minimum two hours.
I was also informed that the doctor was going on leave for two weeks from the next day.
Patience and I are poles apart.
I booked my number and went out for a walk. After more than an hour, I returned to the clinic.
When in a minute the assistant said, “Your turn,” I whistled in joy. When the dentist let me off in two minutes saying a “minor cleanup” was all that was needed, I hopped out of the clinic in such a joyful mood that the waiting patients thought I had lost my head.
What a feeling of joy!
My nephew gifted me a wristwatch last week.
When I mentioned it on social media, some creative comments from friends included, “Timely start to New Year,” “Careful, you are ‘watch’ed,” ''Timepass'' and even “Wish we all had a nephew like yours!”
The pun and fun made it a delightful day.