Monday’s child is fair of face. Tuesday’s child is full of grace. Wednesday’s child is full of woe. Thursday’s child has far to go. Friday’s child is loving and giving. Saturday’s child works hard for a living. Does anyone remember this nursery rhyme? What about Sunday you might ask. Oh yes. And the child that is born on the Sabbath day is bonny and blithe and good and gay. Well I was born on a Sunday which allowed me to lord it over my siblings. And you’d better believe that I did. But lately I’ve been wondering if bonny and blithe and good and gay actually means being born an optimist, which to me means living life expecting the best. And then I wondered if optimism isn’t our natural state, and if so how can we reclaim it if we’ve turned into a pessimistic Penny. Maybe right now current circumstances…