Oh yeah...I can relate.
Friday I got the news that I was NOT going to get the job I really, really, really wanted.
Saturday I ran for Town Council in town and did not get it...either time. Again a little bummed but the wife and I were headed out, off-farm, child free and going on a date.
We got lost going to the Irish Pub. When we found it after an hours hike in the windy, cold weather, we got stuck beside an old drafty window that froze us out and would make the candle flicker. So we moved. The next table was so wobbly our drinks spilled. The third table had a really wobbly chair but it was a 4 person setting and we were just a couple so it finally worked.
I found out during diner that Lamburger sucks. (Chops are good...lamburger...not so good). The wife found out that they did not give her the Sweet Potato Fries she asked for but just regular fries. We have nixed that resteraunt from the list.
Then we went to a hockey game. Things looked good when there was a major fight 2 minutes into the game. Things looked better when they were up 1 to 4 and winning with 6 minutes left in the game. 5 minutes later the home team did not look so good when they were tied. Oh well, a shoot out is always great. 39 seconds later, no shoot out as the opposing team scored again and it was 5-4 for the win. Ten seconds later a woman drops her soda and the entire section of the Cumberland County Civic Center, section L was covered with soda. We were in Section L, seats 12 and 11. In fact so was a bunch of die hard hockey fans who literally took the short bus. They were adults but had development issues and bordered on having turrets. Having a 400 pound woman slur the words "A naked zebra is missing its stripes Ref," was wonderful to hear for 3 straight hours. Nursing a home team loss and soda drenched in the heavy wind and cold weather back to her sisters apartment was not fun either,though we did look for that zebra who was minus his stripes...never saw him though
I have no intention of traveling from birth to the grave in a manicured and well preserved body; but rather I will skid in sideways, totally beat up, completely worn out, utterly exhausted and jump off my tractor and loudly yell, "Wow, this is what it took to feed a nation!"