For the past two weeks, I’ve been driving with no music, no radio, and nothing to distract me. I roll the windows down and just take in the sounds, the smells, and the feeling of the road. It’s surprising how many memories come back with those simple things.

According to Erwin Schrodinger, until I scrape away the latex coating, this scratch-off ticket exists in a state of quantum superposition: it is simultaneously a grand-prize winner and worthless scrap paper.

Therefore, leaving this card completely untouched on my desk is the only mathematically sound way to remain a provisional winner.