I guess I've gone back to work. Robert is like NEVER home. And the horses are too hard to get on by myself. And I can only watch the Waltons for so long before I just don't care about John Boy or Mary Ellen any more. And I'm not good at cleaning. And I put all my movies into albums so they're not in my face to watch anymore.
Besides . . .
God really needs me in this place and I guess that takes care of all arguments against it.
It's nice to feel needed . And wanted.
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It could be worse. Our jobs do help open doors sometimes, and they give us a real purpose when otherwise we don't know what our purpose is.
You do meet people more when you are out there.
I guess I will just keep working until I can work out something else.
yes - you ARE needed. But glad you got to eat dinner with your HUN-NAY tonight!!!! lol
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