in the middle of writing about

“what being the father of an autistic son taught me about being a
red sox fan (and vice versa)”

,
ned

articulates one of the great sublime truths:

“A good day is a good day. Let it be a good day. A good
day is not an instrument of torture designed to ratchet up the
agony of your ultimate and inevitable anguish. When you start to
fear good days, you have gone down a dangerous path. A good day can
lead to hope, and hope can later be extinguished, but a good day is
a good day, and you have to find a way to weave that into your
life.”