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Things happen. Situations change. Someone dies and that handshake deal you made 10 years ago is not worth the paper it is written on … oh wait, it’s not written on paper!

When it’s springtime in the Rockies
And my lips are turning blue

I’ll be slogging through the blizzard
like a brain-dead caribou …

If you’re reading this, it means I just slipped in under the wire, not unlike the horses I’ve been chasing this morning – the same horses that were out a few nights ago at 10:30 p.m. when I was 20 miles away on my way back from a meeting in town.

Living during the era of Covid-19 is interesting, to say the least. There are differing opinions, ideas, etc., that are bringing people together or tearing them apart. However, one thing everyone can agree on is real estate.

Three minutes was all it took. Three minutes and my groceries were purchased, loaded in my trunk and I was pulling out of the Walmart parking lot. Now, for those of you that do the shopping, you know a quick trip to Walmart – even at self-checkout – can take much, much longer.

I just finished reading The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue. In this fantastical story, the main character, Addie, was cursed by “the gods that answer after dark” to always be forgotten.