”I was nodding yes trying to concentrate on the road as much as possible. The snow wasn’t that bad yet though the drifts were starting to pile mor... on the streets. Finally we were within sight of my modest house turning in. With great excitement she leapt from the front seat sprinting for the door. I had to stifle a laugh when she almost went down on the icy walk way.Turning back she had her arms crossed over her chest a huffy look on her face. “Hurry up or you will have as bad a situation as. My shrink has worked with me a lot on that. It’s just, now and again, those feelings creep through the cracks.”We both sat very quietly for a while, the ebullient mood gone for the moment.“Wait here,” I said, lifting her again and putting her alongside me on the couch. She really was very easy to cart around.I went to the entertainment centre at one end of the lounge and drew out a cd, the box still sealed in its plastic wrapper. I slipped the disc into the player and dialled in the right. The master suite in Sandy's house was just as accommodating, and about half the time the three of us ended up in her bed."I'm bored," I replied."Huh?" Nicole said."I'm bored. What about y'all?" Hmm," Nicole muttered. "Yeah, a little." Frankly, I'm enjoying the downtime," Sandy said. "But... yeah, boredom might be just around the corner. Waddaya have in mind?"I tossed the Forbes magazine on the table. "What would the two of you say if I suggested we spend a few nights in each of the world's ten. Today, I reject you from the Mudheel tribe.”Had you not heard this speech every year, his words might be shocking to hear. Certainly, if an outsider were in attendance, the opening lines would seem unfairly harsh. But everyone here was Mudheel, by birth or by choice or by force, and many of them had been through this ceremony themselves. After an acceptable pause, the leader continues. “Tomorrow, perhaps, you will be strong. Tomorrow, perhaps, you will have skill. Tomorrow, perhaps, you will.