On this Thursday, March 26th, I set out to make the best of things. Why not? What else is there to do? I am so grateful for a healthy family; a wife fighting the good fight for thousands of patients who are mentally ill; children and in-law children sturdy in their society soaked careers – all assisting and helping others; and my own volition to write these days into posterity. So this morning I woke up, fed the cat, made coffee and a huge breakfast of eggs and potatoes. Christine sauntered downstairs to a ready-made morning. We meditated. We talked. We got in the Escape and off to my studio; there, I worked on a novel and relaxed into the peace of the day. Walking home, I stopped into a couple of favorite haunts – still open – and then home. It was scour the house day. I took my time and relished in the comfort of a home in paradise. The time festered into late afternoon, and dinner prep was to begin. A little Deano on the Pandora, some olives, garlic, sundried tomatoes, oregano, basil, onions, and a martini. I literally danced around the kitchen waiting for my wife. Again, why not? I have so much to be grateful for. Why not celebrate the day? I’ve heard the dour statistics. I’ve read the horrid accounts of death and disease. But for me in this house, I am sheltered as I should be. I need to celebrate the good as it stands before me. Once home, Christine joins in the celebration of life and dinner ensues. We’ve both been through the ringer in life and came out the other side, whole. We’ll do it again. Dance in the dining room. Hoist a cocktail or a ginger ale, and celebrate. The other choice is a dark one.