Wed. Night rant......This aint a funeral this a celabrate

I’VE been thinking a lot about the ordinary and extraordinary lately.It reminded me of the last paragraph of George Eliot’s great novel “Middlemarch” and its celebration of the ordinary: “For the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.”So at the end of the day; celebrate yourself.