How I Survived (barely) The Perfect Storm

I’m slow. She’s fast. I’m the epitome of waiting until... wait for it... ... ... the last responsible moment. Sometimes hard to tell if it’s patience or simply an excuse for procrastination. I’d like to think the former. She would say the latter. She was a champion gopher smasher. A whack-a-moler par excellence. Striking at … Continue reading How I Survived (barely) The Perfect Storm