I deserve absolute and unconditional bliss.

Most people keep a quiet list of conditions. After the move. Once the results come back. When work settles down, which it never entirely does.

The list isn't foolish. It's how a life gets scheduled. But it has a habit of renewing itself, so the good part keeps being moved to a date that doesn't arrive.

Nothing about a hard week disqualifies you from twenty good minutes inside it. The two are allowed to share a day, and in most lives they already do — the funeral and the laughing in the car park afterwards, on the same afternoon.