The sun is shining, professing its continued routine of rising in the East and setting in the West. There is no wind outside, suggesting a run would be enjoyable. Meanwhile, there are sleeping cats cuddled next to Tina out in the living room where she sleeps on the couch. Outside on Highway 23/Grand Avenue, the traffic drones by, more than ought to be happening but less than usually happens. Regardless of the state of the world, life is happening now for most of us. I don’t know about you, but I guess I’ll strive for the best. What else can I do?