In a city I rather like, at a coffee chain I rather like. Sufficient is the day.
I finally figured out that the prompting, almost like a voice, asking me if I was happy was in fact sort of raising the proposition, so that I could consider it. Shades of Faust, concededly -- "stay, thou art so..." and one step further than Kantian pure disinterest, perhaps, but it's a good suggestion. My life is constant work to create the possibility of worthwhile work, but it is good to be happy when even that first kind of work goes well. Despite the wolf at the door under a big sign that says "Danger: Wolf at Door" rented from Wolf, Inc. on strict terms, with full arbitration waiver granting that all claims are to be settled by a wolf.
Now, if you'll excuse me, there's someone at the door.