The second, less impressive coincidence was that after talking to my sister, who was babysitting a 10-month old child named Jeremiah, I got in my car and turned to the oldies station, which was playing "Jeremiah Was a Bullfrog."
I decided to assist my optimism by crafting a happy night at home.

Oregon was outside disintegrating under hard, violent rain. I made the waffles I had been craving all day. I had a Kona Wailua Wheat. I took a shower and put on my favorite pajamas. I'm thinking about Arizona, tattoos, weddings, puppies, paper, cooking and rock climbing on Mother's Day.