With much joy, I saw Rocketman recently after much anticipation. It was a delightful, rhinestone filled ride with nasty bits thrown in between. That’s life, you know? Wonderful events – love, family, success – with a running gauntlet – ego, stress, xenophobia – bumping into and over obstacles as you bumble through, hopefully wearing sequins.

Two hundred and fifty can be a big number. Two hundred and fifty puppies? So many puppies. Two hundred and fifty pairs of shoes? As close to heaven as I’ll ever desire. But it can also be a modest number. Two hundred and fifty dollars in a retirement savings account? A banker would say there is room for improvement.