This month will be usher me into my late 30s, the time in our human existence where we all ought to stop acting like the young adults that we still technically are and instead start acting like the middle-age adults we will soon become. And it’s a time where we all wind up reflecting on the lives we have lived, our successes and failures, and how we may try to move forward as best we can. It’s hard to know exactly how most people who reach this period of time must feel about this, but I myself tend to feel a sense of existential dread, something that has only multiplied several times over given two very big things: I haven’t accomplished much of anything that even many people a decade younger than myself have accomplished. The Satan’s Breath pandemic has taken away a large chunk of time that could have been used to help me accomplish things, leaving me feeling like I have almost no time to make accomplishments worthy of even minor notice. \-\-\ The first of th...