At the end of the day … the most crystal clear essence of any situation is revealed in a magic moment at the end of the day. Not before full English breakfast, at high noon, or couched in front of Emmerdale. It’s not certain if the end of the day is before or after brushing teeth. This enlightment of clarity doesn’t happen on any specific day, but the eternal unchanging day of collective duldrums. I only wish this day would come, so on the day after the end of the day, that phrase would no longer be inflicted on the world.