It’s the hip new way of saying “what’s happening” or “the current goings-on.”  In a Shakespearean play it’s a “lucky occurrence.”  In my case it’s continually setting out to write about my experiences with gall stones and pancreatitis but getting distracted by something which is going on around me.  Today that thing is the old man who lives next door.  For the past twenty minutes he’s been in his back yard.  Twice he’s started walking in one direction or the other only to stop, turn around, and go back to the picnic table.  I don’t know what is going on, but I know if I keep watching this I’m going to cry.