I have an amazing commute right now. It involves walking through two New York City parks to get to an office that also is full of air-scrubbing plants. But many times the walk to work is obscured by my "thinkiness," as a friend refers to it.

Many of you have reached out to me lately in the spirit of concern.  (Thank you.) I've been scattered and distracted. I look pale and a little leeched.  My posts have been flavored with melancholy.

If we're lucky we have a trifecta — a run of three good things — in our lives. Sometimes a twist of fate brings a trifecta of pain into our days.