Apparently, a lot happens to me. I have more stories than most, at least as of recent. They may not be terribly exciting, but they are a reminder my life is not simple, and not always by my choosing. I never wanted a simple life, but all of this complexity takes a toll. I found myself wanting a more simple life more times than not but without giving up what I already have. I am sure I could make some changes, but that requires introducing more complexity. There is also the fear of the unknown. If something is far from certain, I rarely take that risk willingly. Ahh… last football game for the oldest is today. Assuming we don’t get Ebola, that will simplify my life a good bit until next year.