I came to the point where I was trying to rapidly weave new segments onto the end of my rope as the anchor unspooled it in swift snakelike coils over the edge of the ship. Might be mixing metaphors there, but suffice to say the situation was dire. I sent out a flare and was instantly rescued by a passing ship.

In other words, I got a part time job at Attorney Locate, where I worked about five years ago. They offered me enough to cover most of my bills. So far it seems like the right choice. Everything fell into place just as it has for the past several years.

Each time I think “This will be the situation where magical thinking fails and my bizarre theories about the universe will be dismantled.” But I am wrong every time.