As you recount your professional glories, my pulse begins to race, and the ease that took me from Bradford to Franklin slips away as recollections of phone calls started while making dinner that lasts well after dessert. This routine I know. Correction knew. And when you share the sense of accomplishment that comes from enjoying the simple things in life, the relief to both of us is palpable. When I ask you what makes you feel accomplished now in this life of earned pause after years of relentless rigor, I can't help but smile. Painting of your front porch chairs, building your potting shed and planting your tomatoes pale in pride against, of all the things, stringing your clothesline.