What happens when you discover that everything you believed in wasn't true or, to put it another way, it went into the crapper, and you pulled the flush. Each day brings uncertainty; some events are inconsequential at best, while most moments are stressful and others are downright painful! The glorious moments are few and far between. I can't call it an even mix of things, but I will undoubtedly term each day as a 'mixed bag' of episodes. Does life have to take a dump on every single one of us daily? This stink is overwhelming...open the window.