Twelve

Well well well. Let's talk about how things are going: Slow. Have you ever been in a moment where the atmosphere is as thick as honey and you can feel it entering your lungs when you breathe in, so heavy and immobilizing? Things would start picking up a little if I would trudge through it and get a job, but then there's the kid and only one car and very little steam to work with now that we've been here for close to a year, here is also the middle of nowhere. Muh. I'd like to turn this around and make it positive, but I'm going to try a little tragedy this evening. Madness!