My Residua has long been my favorite read. And no kidding. Whenever I get a chance, I go to my website, click a yearbook without looking, and then click a piece of writing the same way. As I go from piece to piece in the order in which they appear on the site, I find myself nodding ever more often. “Yes,” I feel like saying out loud. Nearly every time I go through this exercise, I end up crying. Not out of sadness, though. Perish the thought. Actually, I am crying out of joy. Sheer joy, as a matter of fact. Each and every time, I feel no less than fortunate to have come against such a wonderful read. The fact that it is my own writing is of little interest to me. At this stage of my life, reading is uppermost in my mind. And I would not be surprised if this is how I would feel in the years to come, as well. I will end up crying out of joy ever more often, I can well imagine. Alas, the future is bright!