The Faustian Deal of Inaction

So it's been a long winter.  Literally.  Those polar vortexes simply would not quit hurling off from the Arctic Circle and ravaging across the Midwest.  Spring Break rolled around in name only, the corn was planted at least 2 weeks late, and only recently has the greening grass and blossoming trees made this region look less like Cormac McCarthy's The Road and more like someplace actually fit for human habitation.

But metaphorically, too; this winter also featured, for me at lea...