So that’s where we start — here, now, damaged, scared, grateful, surrounded by our beloved, by sad strangers, with lots of poor people to care for, a world to save, a bracing cup of coffee, walks begging to be taken, lonely people to check in with, Oreos and Cheetos to get through (someone’s got to do it), a whole new day before us, that we can screw up or not.

Sigh. Here we go.

— Anne Lamott