ork was piling up, deadlines loomed. Every time I crossed something off the ol’ to-do list, three more things jumped on. Each time my phone buzzed I peeked at it with dread. Finally, I got a message that wasn’t work related; a text from Karen’s uncle read: I’m fishing Wednesday and Thursday, want to join? We’d talked about getting out fishing together for six years at this point and had yet to make it happen. I had every
