Don't worry so much about work. You most likely can't change it and you most certainly can't control it.
It will rain, eventually. So quit all of that silly dancing in the garden - you're embarassing me.
Why do I stand watch over this dang sailboat when you hardly ever take her out? It should be a crime to have a beautiful wooden sailboat and to take her out so infrequently. No treats for you. Get your priorities straight.
A good bottle of wine is worth the extra money. Opening that bottle by noon on a Saturday is decadent in that oh-so-perfect way. Especially if the wine is served with greenies.
Slow down. And every now and then roll over on your back and maybe somebody will give you a belly rub. It's worth a shot.
Being outside is good. And one day, yes, one day - one of those herons is gonna land next to me, instead of in the tidal creek, and life will be better than good.