He might not call it thriving, but it is as good a word as any for what's going on at Sippican Cottage. If there is a writer practicing their trade in the Intertunnel who is better than Greg Sullivan, I'm not aware of them. Check for yourself.
"My son came out with me. He shows no enthusiasm, but does not complain. It's the mark of an adult, I think. The sun looked like a cataract and hung low in the sky, skulking across the horizon for the few hours it deigns to shine in January, and looks ashamed of itself the whole time. You could look right at it, but why would you?"