My husband and I bought our first house in New Hampshire in 1976. A small place in Manchester, two bedrooms, a porch that leaned slightly to the left. We raised three children there. He passed in that same house in 2019, in the bedroom we shared for forty-three years. I still live there. My grandchildren visit on Sundays. I claim this hex for him, and for that house, and for every ordinary day that turned out to be the most important thing.