Instead of a monument to the unknown soldier, our times demand a monument to the unknown parent. It would honor every parent who has spent the last year bending over backwards to make sure the kids have a normal life and don’t notice anything is wrong. The brave people who saved their kids’ psyches by sacrificing their mental and physical health.

Look how beautiful our campus is, really:

One of the benefits of psychoanalysis is that I developed a capacity to enjoy nature. From a hard-core nature-hater I turned into a total tree-hugger.

I’m walking among the blooming, fragrant flowers on campus, preparing for tomorrow’s announced snowstorm.

Has anything of interest happened in the world while I’ve been out celebrating?