Losing this job reveals more than it takes away, and I think that has been the recurring theme for me across my career.

This became my tell tale heart. Every time I walked by the window or the back door I was reminded of the unholiness below, and I shuddered. It loomed over me like a dementor waiting to suck out my soul. I knew, my wife knew, we needed to build a paver patio so Bray had somewhere to play, and we would have a comfortable home base to hurl instruction from while sipping on an iced beverage of some sort.

I’ve thought a lot about the masters of old, the things they dealt with and the things they never knew. They were busy trying to mix their supplies with the correct amount of pigment and not dying from a simple infection from the cut they got on their arm - I’m trying to curb my dependence on a smart phone and figuring out how to supplement dumbbell exercises when I don’t have the right weight available this minute. There’s a difference.

But then, there’s not. That’s the crazy thing.

All of this coalescing into this one video that got me originally curious, he cut this overgrown lawn and turns out it was a murder scene (speculation). He smelled somethin’ nasty from the open windows in the backyard and ended up calling the police for a wellness check, and sure enough they kicked him out because they deemed it a crime.