Small resurrections.

Sunrise in Plymouth, August 29: The day after Dad passed away.

If you are organized, you have no idea.

People who get things done on time will never know the immense and intense joy of getting them done two years late.

In other words, this is one grateful human over here. Two years and two losses are just about all closed up now; the tomb is sealed, the angels have risen. As of 7:30 this morning, the thank-you notes are written—and in those morning hours spent in gratitude, a soul has risen.

Sound the trumpets.