I blinked and November was over. My photo roll is now filled with blurry and dark pictures of unidentifiable objects because Junior keeps grabbing my phone and opening the camera app. The house is just about put together. The wood shop is set up again. Things have homes. I’ve made bread a few times. The world is starting to right itself again, after a very topsy-turvy nine months or so. It’s time to get serious about looking for a job.