I talked to two farmers today who were having good days. One had just shot a coyote.“Well, that’s good!” I cheered.“But there were two more with him,” he amended. “Oh. Well, maybe you got the patriarch and they’ll leave.” The other farmer said, “I got up this morning and my cows weren’t out, and that’s always a good thing.”I didn’t disagree. I have to tell myself to live in the moment. Pretend I’m a dog or something. If you had told me 20 years ago that I’d be working for the government in a job I loved and driving a Maxima, I would probably think I had a pretty great life. Especially if you’d told me I was on a four hour road trip, alone, to see my friend in Kentucky. But the truth of the matter is, I couldn’t go where I really wanted to go (Ireland) with who I really wanted to go with. I no longer speak to my best friend. My favorite person in the world is no longer in my life. And my coworker is disgusting.Life hurts.But, I’m in pretty good health, I have lots of friends who care very much about me, I have my own home and a precious 80# dog.So, you take what you got and grin and…