I never cease to be shocked. I pray that I never will cease to be shocked. Ingratitude is a cancer of the soul, a foretaste of hell. Gratitude makes every day, every moment a foretaste of heaven.

And folks, you cause such gratitude in me that I can hardly contain it. My cup truly doth run over, as the saying goes. I give you back the Holy Sacrifice of Calvary offered for your intentions and the salvation of your souls DAILY, my prayers, and my meager efforts here. I wish I could share more of the details of how it is that a person can walk away from a high six-figure income and revert to a five-figure income, and yet have one’s quality of life increase exponentially, but the details are necessarily going to have to wait for the day in which I can publish memoirs, or barring that, the General Judgment.

Let me reiterate: if you set up a recurring donation, and inflation or general economic collapse becomes too much, I had BETTER be the first item you eliminate from your monthly expenditures. To not do so would be a failure in stewardship of your wealth.

The donation button is still on the sidebar all year, but thankfully now we won’t talk out loud about money for at least another year. It’s SO cringe.

I’ll leave you with a gift of beauty. This is one of my go-to clicks. Sting (Gordon Sumner) and Lutist Edin Karamazov duetting on Lutes with “Fields of Gold”. Enjoy, and again, THANK YOU, from the bottom of my heart.