We gently celebrate Incremental Improvement Day.

For small changes for the better that we are not sure will last.

For improvements so tiny we haven't noticed them yet.

We sing softly; we dance lightly. We eat good old-fashioned Incremental Improvement Day food, which is a little better than we remembered.

Am I ID'ed to myself as being exactly as flawed as I am right now for always? On Incremental Improvement Day, I can let that go a little.