Friday was a good day. I had two meetings with two really interesting members of my congregation, and another with a woman whose congregation has a task force that shares the vision of igniting a UU abolition movement. All three left me buzzing with possibility. In the afternoon, one of my closest friends, whom I’ve known since we were 12 and who lives way too far away, in Washington, D.C., arrived with her husband for an overnight stay, and we talked and walked around an unusually sunny city and ate too many tostadas.

And here’s how it started: early in the morning, I dropped my sweet wife and daughter off at their station and popped a CD in the player, and just as I pulled onto the highway, the drums and David Byrne leapt up with a HEY! and I was driving down 280 with a loud, joyous “And She Was” making the air dance all around. There are moments you just know it’s going to be a great day.