This morning I learned a friend from high school had passed over the weekend - much too young at 45, stolen by cancer. Today also happens to be my father’s birthday, who also died at 45. I had woken up this morning determined to “be productive, get a few blogs written.” But what use is “productivity” in the face of all that matters that most in life, on a gorgeously sunny day that we have preciously few of? To me, it’s why I do what I do. I care passionately about helping people live as happily and productively and long