EASTER MORNING

So you wake up in a cave. You get up with a backache. And some fuzzy
memory of heavy lifting, or dragging something or other. And your
stomach aches too, (making you wonder how long it's been since your
last supper).

You begin to sense you have a martyr complex, and yet at the same time,
instinct suggests it's probably for a good cause. So you figure you'll
just deal with that one later.

Meantime, in making efforts to get out of this hole in the rock, you
discover some pranksters have blocked your exit pathway with boulders.

You've not sure today is Sunday. Worse yet, you've completely missed
out all of Saturday!

And if that wasn't enough, your head feels kind of thorny, and you
can't at all remember where the heck you left your clothes!

Yet inspite of it all, somehow, it still seems like a good day to be alive.