(Reading time: 1 minute)

Image: Skeeze, Pixabay, CC0

I don’t like accurately predicting the future. But it happens to me sometimes. And it’s never a good thing. Not once have I predicted that I would stumble upon a great sum of money or that a friendly squirrel would mysteriously leave a fresh, delicious scone on my windowsill. No, the things I’ve said that have come true years later have always been utterly awful. And the latest one has to do with California.  Read More