If rivers had tides.

How things can change in a few weeks and even more so in a few months. If I weren’t cynical, I’d be depressed. I’ve had so many down turns lately I’ve forgotten what it’s like to look up, but the only thing that bothers me is that I have a week to figure out what the hell I’m going to do for the next 6 months. I don’t mind not knowing, but I have a little puppy to think about that I don’t want to leave behind. It’s about time for a change though. I could feel it as I was driving away from Christmas lunch. I got in my truck and good music was playing, and I felt like I should keep driving. It’s about time for somewhere else.