I am pretty sure I can tell blue skies from pain. Pain is physical hurt, while blue skies are what you can see when you look up on a sunny day.
We're just two old crones singing the same old tunes, year after year, Walking frames over the same old ground. What have we found? 'Depends' are dear Wish you were beer
Yes...You have to be a bit of a masochist to get through this life,to learn to enjoy some small facet of your predicament.