Where's My Damned Bowl of Cherries?

Kman and I have not visited our beloved Big Bend National Park in a few years. We've been consumed with building a new business from his art with impeccable timing - post pandemic with soaring inflation and interest rates. Perfect. If we can beat these odds, then surely calmer waters will appear. Another "Hold my Beer" episode in life.

And as it always turns out, I pick the wrong checkout line in life. Somewhere along the way, my planned budget took a Left at Albuquerque. I retired from a career position of 22 years last May and Kman has been retired for 2 years. Both of our commutes were nearly 70 miles a day round trip. Traffic along the interstate from our not-so-little-town-anymore to the Big City has become both dangerous and stressful. Nuts is more like it. I intended to find something parttime that I would enjoy and ease our spartan budget. So far, that is all intention and no result. Who knew Dream Jobs were precisely that?

Half my life's in books' written pages
Storing facts learned from fools and from sages.
Dream on, Dream on...

Thank you, Aerosmith, for those pithy words.