Was yesterday a Black Sun-day or a Delaunay First Disc day?
I can't decide and won't be able to even when I'm not too tired to think.
Was I denied an opportunity I badly wanted or spared its insulting inconvenience so that I could discharge unexpected but urgent responsibilities?
I'm not (thank your lucky karma) memoirist enough to subject you to the details.
But I should and I do thank my lucky discs.
