About two months ago, I bought a little cottage at the bottom of a hill, sitting outside a small village. It’s a super rural area, long-time coal country in the northern foothills of Appalachia, and the biggest excitement around here is when visiting ATV riders go zipping up the road through my holler or my neighbor’s rooster gets loose and refuses to return home. The nearest grocery store is fifteen miles off, and if I want to get super fancy and visit a home improvement store, it’s a good 45 minutes each direction. We have two police officers, a single pizza joint, and a Dollar General, and that’s pretty much…