I smoked a huge fatty behind the building at work, then clocked out to come home. When I got in my car, they were doing a full hour of Neil Young on the radio. This alone would have made my day better.
But when I got to the house, my wife had returned to her proper hair color. We nearly had some good ole living room sex, she looked soooooo sexy with it nice and dark like it's supposed to be, but she had to go do something or other.

Tonight is soon enough, I suppose.
I haven't listened to HAzards of Love in like six months, and sitting down to listen to it beginning to end, I remember why I love it so much.
All of the above makes me happy.