There comes a point when the bs in our everyday lives builds up a giant wall and we’re challenged to climb it. Right now, I’m climbing. Hanging on to the cliff face with bloody finger tips and white knuckles. And hanging from my belt loops are three kids. Wife’s holding the safety line, but she’s super tiny and could lose grip if I do. So, if everyone could just bare with us, we’ll be back on track within the month hopefully. It is the time of year for miracles.