It's a beautiful morning and I'm sitting on the back patio working on my second cup of coffee. I can see the garden Quentin and I planted last weekend and the flowers and tree for his Dad's memorial. On top of all that I hear the sound of the contractor/crew we hired to do some remodeling at the cottage. I feel pretty damn good and that's saying a lot. I feel the need to do something to celebrate life being so good. Any suggestions, Vallo?