With a year like 2016, it’s easy to be consumed by the negativity and forget that good things ever happen. Towards the end of December, I found myself at a bar discussing the highlights of the year with my wife. Beyond the obvious, here’s what I came up with:

The morning of the accident started out much like any other, with the exception of the unique feeling of productivity strangling optimism that comes the day before a long weekend. The coffee was sweeter, egg yolks runnier, and my yogurt had less of the strange transparent liquid on…