This morning Teresa and I made a vow to confront the drudgery we’ve been putting off for months now, which is reading the employee benefits handbook and figuring out our insurance plans. We wouldn’t go to bed until we’d filled out the applications to the best of our ability. It resulted in hours of awfulness and complaining about the evils of money and insurance and all such associating horrors. In Zion, there will be no systems to milk, no corners to cut. I go back and forth on the issue of whether or not there will be money. But as of now, I’m hoping for not.