Things have been changing.  Aren’t they always, though?  I write so intermittently anymore that it is impossible for them not to.  I wish that I had more time to write.  The mood tends to strike me when I’m in my car, or at work, or otherwise involved in something that does not allow for a pen and paper or a laptop.  Free time is a myth anymore.  I can’t remember the last time I didn’t have a hundred things scribbled into my agenda.   I started a new job four weeks ago.  I needed a change of pace, a change of scenery, a change of everything.  Parts of me are incredibly excited about…