It is high school graduation day for Oliver, and we went up to the field house at the University of PEI this morning for a dry run of his walk across the stage. It was overcast when we entered; it was pouring torrential rain as we left, and so I learned that my shoes have holes, as they quickly filled up with water.

When I got back to the office an hour later the following conversation with the church sexton ensued:

Me: I learned today that my shoes have holes in them.

Him: I guess you’ll be making a trip to the store.

Me: They’re perfectly fine shoes, it’s just that the body has separated from the sole.

Him: There’s nothing worse than getting separated from your soul.

He is right.