I am enjoying a rare moment of happiness and bliss, now.
You could say that I am at a high.
I believe that some sort of balance has been achieved. The karmic wheel turned and settled.
What goes around, comes around.
We all have to pay the piper sometime.
Will you get a present, wrapped in a bow? Or would it be a charred lump of coal?
This calls for a toast:
To absent friends, old Gods and the season of mists. And may each and every one of us pay the devil his due.