Falling off the wagon.

I've wanted to write about one thing or another every night that I didn't.

Nevertheless, I still didn't.

Some of those nights I had to prioritize my family and/or my health.

Some of those nights I just gave up.

But the wagon circles back for me every time.

I am the wagon.

My point is, that you can rest, but don't you quit.

We have to cross the Rockies before the winter months,

and these oxen aren't going to lead themselves.