There is a concatenation of events in the best of all possible worlds.
Had we not been stopped short by the pandemic,
we would not be playing the violin where Daniel and Rebecca Boone were laid to rest,
we would not be deep cleaning the Giza pyramids,
we would not have left the ghost light burning all night on Broadway,
we would not be taking lessons from The Rest of the World,
we would not be turning our front yards into playgrounds,
we would not be playing board games in the garage wearing gloves,
and we would not be here to eat fresh radishes grown by our son.