Peace and love pervade my days.

Pervade suggests distribution rather than concentration. Not a good week, but a substance present in small amounts almost everywhere. Four seconds of a cat settling its weight against your leg. A text on the bus that made you laugh out loud, alone, like an idiot.

Nobody has a day made of those. Almost everybody has a day containing them, usually unrecorded, because a mind sorting for threats does not consider them worth filing. They happened anyway. They are in the day whether or not anyone noticed.