Lately it's been like living in a James Clavell novel.
A few months ago I was bored. Then it went to dangerous anger where I could have taken more than one person through a window. Threats without witnesses don't count. My palms don't sweat.
Now it's good news on the surface, but looking up every sleeve for the daggers.
Always an agenda.
So much work to do in just a few months. So much opportunity for gain.
So much territory to protect with my back turned, and so much that deeply matters.