"This morning, I got up at five, I couldn't sleep, I'd fretted about this and I'd fretted about that. The night had played its cruel trick of turning all the good things in my life into bad things, and it was all what-ifs, and yeah-buts, and what-abouts swirling around in my mind. I crept out of the house so as not to wake Susie, putting on a winter coat because the temperature had dropped and it was sleeting outside."
"The endorphins rushing wild from the freezing water, the music pounding through my body, the caffeine, the fucking ducks and the God-roiling sky - no what-ifs, no yeah-buts, no what-abouts, no caveats, at all. I am made happy, and that happiness is entire and incontestable, And all the way home, I go -to my beautiful waking wife - on this, the best day ever."
A person woke at five, unable to sleep and ruminating on worries and what-ifs. The person walked through sleet to a park, noticing ducks, Egyptian geese, and swans, then listened to Geese's album Getting Killed. The track "Trinidad" produced a powerful physical response: endorphins from cold water, music pounding through the body, caffeine, and the surrounding wildlife and sky combined to erase doubts. Happiness felt entire and incontestable. The person returned home elated, calling it the best day ever. A new From the Basement session by Geese is mentioned as forthcoming.
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