I know, been a while, what can I say, shit happens. First there was a death in the family and I had to deal with that, then once I started to get back into the swing of things at work, the world went to shit, and before restrictions got too bad, I made the ~~smart~~ ~~dumb~~ impassioned move to drive from California to Maryland to quarantine with the girl I was seeing, the one who originally wanted me to start writing things out. She’s finishing up her residency to become a doctor, so I didn’t want her to be alone in the middle of all of this shit. What can I say, love makes you do stupid things. Anyway, I’m finally finishing out this chapter in my life, then I’m going to move on to other parts, more adventurous parts. Why am I writing these out instead of telling her in person? She likes it, and seems to think I have a knack for it. There’s another reason entirely, but I’ll get to that eventually, maybe.