Just randomly musing! My life is far from perfect. I live in a place I dislike but can't move, I'm dependent on the State for my adequate but restrictive income, and I'm disabled by chronic health conditions. But in earlier times, or in half of the world today, I'd already have died an unhappy death. I've travelled and had many enriching experiences, thanks to unprecedented freedoms for women of the ordinary classes.
I just ran a tap that dispenses clean water whenever I want, put my choice of nutritious food in an oven that heats without fire, and am watching stories being enacted on a screen in my living room while my laundry washes itself. I did not have to make my own clothes, let alone weave the damn cloth they're made of.
It's bloody fantastic, isn't it? Don't know what kind of replies I'm expecting, but would be happy to hear your thoughts.