There’re probably a whole lot of rattling knees and gnashing teeth cooped-up right about now. PAYDAY has arrived, compliments of a Polar Vortex that’s a little bent out of shape.
“Son,” mama used to tell me, “don’t say it can’t happen, say it hasn’t happened yet.”
Mama, I’m thinking, I’d better be listening to you. It’s really quite interesting along The Journey this week. Love you, ma!