I just did my annual ceremonial walk to the mail box with one big fat cheque written to cover general liability, pollution liability, workers compensation, and professional liability (errors & omissions) business insurances. It's a depressing fattie of a cheque, roughly equal to what I once paid for one of my favorite automobiles. On the way back from my mail box, I was struck by this cloud formation, which seemed to be doing a "ta-da!" number over the roof of our house. It was almost like God was saying, "Don't tha worry, my chile - th'universe'll continue to enfold thee in its benevolent beauty... especially if tha can find it in thy heart to take them trash cans in from the curb..."