Wills in the sky.

Before writing this, I seriously considered spending a good amount of time turning my life into some “Wheel of Fortune” (as in tarot, not television) metaphor. But then I realized I’m just too tired and that many of you probably don’t care. If you are one “of you” then thanks and I’m sorry for doubting you. Your reward is a picture:

I’m that griffin or pega-cow about to get t-bagged by the devil. Luckily, the wheel has to move sometime…so anyone who wants to help push it along, that’d be…