We're on our way to Pierre. We get a phone call. The news is less than impressive. My stomach immediately does a dive to my toes. I have screwed up, yet again. It is a COSTLY mistake. After wallowing in "poor me" for a few miles, a solution begins to form. With the support of my spousal unit, we discuss that solution. It makes sense. Problem exists, problem can be solved. No one is the worse off. I've discovered that is often the case. Problems exist. Solutions exist. It takes time and love to solve them. But, as my speech tomorrow will purport, problems are but learning experiences, and I have indeed learned! Life is amazing, and you are loved!