Forks in roads

There’s been some talk recently at Chez Donahue about doors being opened for us. I don’t really know what it all means, or which door (if any) would every be the right one. I’ve got a lot on my mind and I haven’t quite figured out how to write it all out just yet. More to follow, I’m most certain.

4 thoughts on “Forks in roads”

  1. Different fork & different road entirely, schmedster, although that would certainly be a blessing I would be grateful for.

    Nothing even remotely set in sand, let alone concrete. I’m blessed with a great situation at work, better friends than I deserve, and a beautiful wife who loves me in spite of myself.

    If I have a confused look on my face (moreso than normal), there’s a lot going on up there. And it probably all means absolutely nothing.

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