Today I am relaxed.
I have 99 problems* to deal with at home but right now as I pick out the letters on my trusty, beloved, soon-to-be-replaced iPhone in the manner of middle aged folks everywhere** I have:
The woman I love next to me on a sun lounger reading a book in the sunshine on her kindle (this makes her, and consequently me, happy)
2 of the 4 kids playing a game on the Nintendo DS on the veranda (this makes them, and consequently me, happy)
A cold beer getting colder in the pool (this makes me very happy)
4 pizzas warming in the oven (this makes us all very happy)
In summary, I am happy.
* - Actually I only have one major problem, but Jay-Z had his own agenda with song titles. Bloody selfish rap icons.
** - You know, you do it too. The excruciatingly slow tippety-tap, complete with almost accusatory finger pointing as you try to find the letter you're looking for, that makes anyone under the age of 20's head explode with frustration.