I’m sitting here in the offices of an organization where I used to volunteer, working on job stuff and helping them with their web site. The adjacent office is a music school for young children. Which means: some child is sawing out violin music (Or cello?) right now, hitting many right notes and many wrong ones. I feel the vibration in my ear drums.

Things here ain’t too bad. One day last week, after much unproductive legwork, I started really craving a spice cookie. So, even though I knew the deli would be closed, I stopped by. Bob and John were still there, straightening up, and invited me in. Bob pulled the last spice cookie out of the freezer, which he’d socked away before it got sold. The cookie was as spirit-lifting as anything, and I left feeling okay. Deli magic.

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