There goes another week. Just one of 4,000 that, apparently, I’ll have if my life stretches out an average length. You would think that after considerably more than 2,000 I would know how they go, yet, every single week’s opening starts with me hopping up and down on the starting line – this is the week that will change my life because, finally, I’m going to do all of the things. Didn’t Einstein or someone say that insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting something different to happen?