This morning, while the Fiancé and I were talking about how awful things are and generally feeling so, so low, someone dropped something on our stoop. We assumed it was the fabulous neighbor, since she does things like that. When we looked, it was a folded piece of paper with “thank you” handwritten on it. When I unfolded it, it was a long, printed letter from a neighbor we do not know except by sight and their dog. 1/