There ain’t no rest for the wicked. Money don’t grow on trees….

It is the morning of the first day of the rest of our lives. I’m wearing my “well, shit” tee shirt, and finishing up the thermos of apple cider that has a tiny splash of rum in it that I poured myself last night. I think a lot of us hoped we’d wake up to … Continue reading “There ain’t no rest for the wicked. Money don’t grow on trees….”