I have a laundry list of simple pleasures from the weekend. An experiment with 31 paper airplanes and a ceiling fan, a lovely ride on the new Vespa with J, roller skating (dancing) with my son at Skate King, framing a painting for an upcoming student show, watching "Searching for Bobby Fischer" with my chess loving son, mowing the lawn (and trying not to sneeze.)

All nice experiences, to be sure, but none of it would matter if not for the overarching feeling throughout the weekend: peace, calm, serenity - and of course gratitude for the life I have and all I have become.