The plain Tuesday you’re sighing through is the exact day someone in a hospital bed is hoping to get back.

The same Tuesday you are wishing away, with its commute and its unremarkable hours, is what somebody in a hospital bed would give anything to have back. That is not meant as a scolding. It is a change of vantage point, and it costs nothing to try.

Look at today as though you had been away from it for six months. Notice your legs on the stairs, the noise in the kitchen, the fact that you could choose what to do at four o’clock. You do not have to be delighted by any of it, just stop treating it as nothing.