I sat down a little while ago to relax my mind and have some soup made last night from leftovers.  The past four days have tested me more than I care to be tested, by the highest authority in the land. The shroud of deception that defined my family life for years, that followed me a thousand miles from Tennessee to Vermont, continues to make this reboot very, very difficult.  I am tired.  I felt myself giving in to that tiredness just now, and decided I wanted to write about it.  Maybe there is some higher purpose to this test.  I don’t know and frankly don’t care.  I just want it to be over with.  Signing off tonight with a wish for peace–for myself, for all.