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.