Each Wednesday, there is something referred to as “Church Night” at the regional burner warehouse that happens to be in walking distance.

It’s really a salon. You break into a conversation when you have something of use to say after overhearing a conversation while other activities occur to a varying extent. Interrupting is almost encouraged if you have useful information or insight.

I wouldn’t say I attend Church Night religiously.

But this week, I met someone new, and as it happens he can actually fucking spar at my level because of his writing background, but he also happens to work for a solar installation firm that may be in need of a writer.

I believe in this shit, so count me in. I don’t want to start the chalk marks of 2026.