So I’ve been here before, this is the first post… again. The real first post was three and a half years ago, maybe four. There may have even been a false start in-between but I’m hazy on the details.
A bit has happened.
I’m a dad, twice. I’ve changed jobs, twice. The house we built is finished, but it isn’t. Maintaining 5 acres is harder that it has even been, all of which has given rise to an impressive collection of first world problems I feel suitably ashamed of when compared to ‘real’ problems. If I had to try and wrap it up neatly in one I would say Father Time is an a#%-hole and if he ever decides to anthropomorphise at my place I would barely feel guilty about kicking him in the junk at the moment.
Any hoo… I feel I’m off down the wrong track here.