Time flies like the wind. Fruit flies like bananas. -- Groucho Marx Where does the time go? It's not like I haven't been staying busy but my focus has once again changed. Ten months ago I was literally living in the mud, looking at the wreckage of my house, contemplating things lost but at the same time looking forward to what was going to be. I was planning how to attack the mess that home had become, deciding where I was going to put my family for several months and deciding right the...