An ebb and flow is a recurrent or rhythmical pattern of coming and going, or decline and regrowth. To me, that is what life feels like this year. Whether it is the coronavirus cases that were starting to decrease in number earlier this summer, then starting to spike again in July, or perhaps it is a 401(k) plan moving up and then down, life does go on.

A while back, I found a pair of light, North Carolina blue silk basketball shorts in my Sea Isle crib. This was during a time period when my daughter Ava would routinely ask me and my wife Debbie if she could have four of her friends stay over and she would ultimately end up inviting 14.