See, then this has me torn regarding adoption. I don't want to drown, yet again, in the sea of oversaturation...

I'm old enough to start feeling the vulnerability that comes from feeling invisible, unheard... just slaving away at my soul sucking job without escape.

I'm old enough to remember what it meant having a really special craft, having ran successful sales back when ebay was "the place to be", then being buried by cheap imports competing for the same eyeballs.

Oy...I better stop. I'm sorry. It's Sunday, daylight hours departing me, and with that, the depressing realization that my wee bit window of freedom is closing.