I was desperate, once. I remember it well.
That day, the sun rose, and it set.
I started with breakfast, moved on to lunch and then dinner.
That day it was sunny for a while; later, clouds rolled in. I think I listened to music for a while, and I remember reading a newspaper.
During the day I was angry, briefly; for moments at a time I was sad, for hours I was happy. I probably had a drink, and I probably watched TV. I met a stranger, I spoke to a friend, I greeted a dog in the street. I sat in traffic; I took a train.
My shoe came untied, but I fixed it up, and I was quickly on my way again.