I read this yesterday: “It’s not the tragedies that kill us; it’s the messes.” (Dorothy Parker). And it reminded me of Bukowski’s The Shoelace. And then I read the HONY profile that starts with “I’m only unhappy when I have a toothache”. It’s Friday and it’s been one of those death of a thousand cuts weeks of impossible expectations hitting the wall of reality and I have to remind myself that this is a moment, not a life. Life is good, even if today, or even this month or season, is kind of an asshole. Reminder in case you, too, need it.