Asleep at the wheel

It feels like we’re at Journey’s End. The place where all things go to die (or are killed). And we’re asleep. Fast asleep. If it were otherwise, and of course I may have this very wrong — but I don’t think so — we’d: a) be shouting from the rooftops; b) be beating down the door… Continue reading Asleep at the wheel apalateguirnf