But she said something in a comment about another subject entirely, and it made me think:
How do you define “The Good Life?”
I was talking to my beloved Aunt Julie yesterday and the subject turned to all the good things in our lives (it wasn’t as corny as that, but you get the idea) and she joked that flush toilets are nice, aren’t they? And I said, and I meant, that I still get a kick out of turning the hot water spigot and having hot water come out. We were not so poor as all that, but we must have done without hot water enough that it traumatized me. Or something.