There is a lovely editorial in the NY Times today on how lovely this May is. This is the last line of the article. "Our wish is simply that this spring be seasonable, perfectly extraordinary in its ordinariness." I like that, "perfectly extraordinary in its ordinariness." Isn't that what we each look for? May it be even more so today. Live extraordinary in your ordinariness, of which, of course, there is none, since we are all so spectacular, and yet we are this catchy combination of human and divine.