There are the looking back over the shoulder days. There are those uneasy days. Waiting for the next boot to drop days. The indebted days. The retribution days. There are those awaiting the Judgment Days. The crime doesn’t pay days. The payback days. The wondering if there’s still something sneaking up from the deep past days. There are weird days.

This is one of those days. I’m doing the books and crunching numbers and wondering hard if I’m out of the red.

I wonder hard. Not like I’m Pol Pot facing off against St. Peter. My ego isn’t that out of control. I’m a garden variety sinner, you know? I still wonder.