E very two weeks we’re doing something to the house. It’s like everything else, I suppose. One thing breaks and you tell yourself, I’m totally going to get that fixed. You don’t, though. You simply become accustomed to its brokenness. And before long that one broken fixture or non-functioning appliance becomes obscured from view, buried beneath everything broken that comes after. I read not too long ago that the brain is a discounting mechanism. I’d never heard the expression before, but basically it means that when something surpassingly wonderful happens in your life, it isn’t long before its shiny, not-to-be-believed-ness dulls somewhat. Pleasantly enough, the same goes for soul-crushingly awful events; over time, your brain smooths out the edges around the memory of them…