This wonderful thing happened yesterday:
each of my sons called me to tell me something nice.
He didn't say that the house had caught
on fire and was burglarized and in an
earthquake it all tumbled into a chasm
and then he/his brother were decapitated
and all the cats died/went-blind/were-run-
over-by-cars and the cars were totaled
and he failed his classes and is broke
and his identity has been stolen and
has an incurable disease and has just
this moment dropped dead.
Nope. None of those things.
Even a shred, a scrap of good news
can render one limp with giddiness.
And I am grateful.