Well, from here we fling ourselves at the mercy of the schedule; we’re scheduled to be moving on Saturday from one work place to another and all the assurances that we might have had – hey, sure, I understand, you don’t want your commute to get any worse – are moving past. You have to listen to the people who have been around for years because they know what’s most likely to happen, and if that’s right then we’ll be moving again in a year’s time. Moving out, that is. We struggle with finding business and keeping busy and I can’t help but think that’s a lot for me to address.
One year is a long time, though. Let’s start from the beginning. I’ve been here for two years now and I should know that years mean nothing when you’re looking at what might be coming up next; the longer we take things for granted – yes, there will always be a good long stretch of uninterrupted work, sure we’ll always be this busy, why should you need to market yourself – the more I realize just how lazy I am about these things. Sure, we have a good relationship and contracts locked up for a couple of years but what about after that? Twenty years from now? I’ll still be working but what about … Where?