Well now, this changes everything
It seems life over the past year or so has been chugging along like an old steam train passing through the vast plains of the old American west. Occasionally it might approach a bend, or need to stop at a dusty wooden built town, but inevitably the steam cloud starts rising again and onward the train goes without much change of pace or purpose. This has been my life for the past couple of years; everything has been on autopilot…