what the f*ck

I spent this gloriously sunny sunday morning setting up my latest piece of garden art, and it looks really quite good. It's basically nine large balls set on metal poles. I'm pleased with the result of my two weeks work.I then went into my hot tub, with my aroma therapy oils, to relax my aches from the morning. To finish the day I lay in my hammock, slung high ih one of my maple trees, and watched the sun move through it's branches. As the afternoon wore on a light rain began fall. I watched the drops trickle over the bright green leaves like an umbrella above me. Amazing I have hardly stopped crying all day.What the f*ck is wrong with me?