more than any other creature on the planet, including drone bees, are creatures of habit, until we change.

New habits replace old with swift and sudden decision, at least for those who are outside looking in.

Inside the change can happen one of two ways: 1. after long and agonizing soul searching, weighing of facts, and incremental changes in world view or 2. like an avalanche in view of one critical piece of information that changes everything.

We are not monkeys, we do not wait until we have the next vine fully in hand before we let go of the vine that has taken us as far as it can go. Nope, we flail into the air, fly off half cocked, annoy our friends, and embarass our mothers. We are not so much confident that the next vine will come as we are that the old vine is no longer worth having.

If we closed our eyes, but the gist of the demand remained as though typed on the inner side of our eyelids. If we blocked it out with the help of a long grunt. A couple thumped past the apartment door, discussing nighttime adventures. For once, we should listen in, just to distract us from the nightmare in our hands and free us from our own cuffs.