Hi R,

I think songs cycle around in my world. I've been dimly aware of David Bazan for about 10 years, but now his song '' has new meaning for me.

'Digging up the root of my confusion
If no one planted it, how does it grow?
And why are some hell-bent upon there being an answer
While some are quite content to answer 'I don't know'...'

Maybe I'm reading too much into the chorus, but it seems to fit with Steve's situation.
Certainly fits with the questioning that I am experiencing at the moment.

'All fallen leaves should curse their branches
For not letting them decide where they should fall
And not letting them refuse to fall at all...'

If you haven't said anything about disruption next week, I hope it stands to reason that there won't be any disruption. Serial overthinker here, but then, you know that...

Four more sleeps, I think.