A Cheery Word for a Bad Day

Sometimes when the day is a struggle I have to hold something in my mind. It can either be a treat to look forward to or a thought that makes me smile or at least want to keep putting one foot in front of the other.

Today it was a word.

That word was befrogged.

As in Wistawa Szymborska's poem "Allegro Ma Non Troppo" which is as "gee whiz the world is great" a poem I know. The first stanza goes

"Life, you're beautiful (I say)
you just couldn't get more fecund,
more befrogged or nightengaley,
more anthillful or sproutsprouting."

Today I am no where near sproutsprouting but befrogged, well, that made me smile.