Greg has been writing a will for us. No, we don’t plan to die anytime soon, but you never know. We might fry after our air-conditioner dies on a 105-degree August day, or Greg might poison himself by eating 3-week-old leftovers. I was reading what Greg had written, and he was trying to explain things to me.

“I would be able to leave $2 million to Eleanor, tax free!” Greg said.

“Well, I’m very excited,” I said. “I didn’t know we even had $2 million.”

“I thought you were working on that part,” Greg said.

Of course. With my part-time career as a journalist, I’m sure we’re well on our way to $2 million.