The glass.

My day began with a hateful skinhead shouting at me, telling me that I was a nigger. My day ended with two arrogant black women shouting at me, telling me that I was a racist. There was stress, near-accidents, selfish drivers, surly people, and screaming children in between. My evening included the garage mechanic telling me that my lovely car was beyond repair, and my girlfriend being unhappy because it's been too long since we've been able to see each other. I ruined a pair of pants. Some rain ruined a floormat. My tax refund is mostly gone with me having virtually nothing to show for it yet.

But I found a great stained glass studio that's offering classes very soon. Carbs be damned, but I treated myself to pancakes this morning. I also found a new pub with really good food. Some people congratulated me for how I handled some extreme situations under extreme duress. My girlfriend reminded me that she loves me. My cats are snuggly. The house is clean.

So I suppose my glass is still half-full, at least.