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Back to work
Feb. 14th, 2003 08:08 pmMaster made me breakfast this morning for Valentine's Day. i'm not complaining. He made me an omlette and i don't like omlettes. i have told Him this several times, yet He continues to make them for me. This is the second time. i have to wonder if He just doesn't care, if He really doesn't listen, or what i like is so unimportant to Him that He doesn't care? He made coffee and toast and hash brown potatoes. Home made bread with strawberry jam. A very nice breakfast, but i don't like omlettes. Am i an ingrate?
Tomorrow is work. i could live the rest of my life and not want to go to work again. Would be a short life, but there you have it. It's not the work, it's the thought of work. Once i get there i'll be happy and settle in, and everything will be fine. i love what i do, i just hate to get there to do it. Strange that, but it's true.
i have my clothes ironed and neatly hung. i'm bathed arleady, i have not yet made Master's lunch but i'll do that in the morning. Max and i are going to start riding again in the morning. We decided not to by an exercise machine until things settle down here a bit. The pool isn't heated, so swimming is out. i guess that means i have to get up early early and ride. That's not precisely the best time for me, but it's best if i want to take dogolettie out with me. Fewer people to frighten him or he them.
Daughter's S.O. is out of the hospital. The stupid doc put him back on the same med that put him in there. She is going to call the doc and see what's the deal. My guess is he was let out of the hospital because the three days is up and it's time to turn the poor people out on the streets again.
i have my new computer all packed up and ready to go. Daughter says' i'm just like a kindergartner but not ready for my first day of school. The iron sings again.
Tomorrow is work. i could live the rest of my life and not want to go to work again. Would be a short life, but there you have it. It's not the work, it's the thought of work. Once i get there i'll be happy and settle in, and everything will be fine. i love what i do, i just hate to get there to do it. Strange that, but it's true.
i have my clothes ironed and neatly hung. i'm bathed arleady, i have not yet made Master's lunch but i'll do that in the morning. Max and i are going to start riding again in the morning. We decided not to by an exercise machine until things settle down here a bit. The pool isn't heated, so swimming is out. i guess that means i have to get up early early and ride. That's not precisely the best time for me, but it's best if i want to take dogolettie out with me. Fewer people to frighten him or he them.
Daughter's S.O. is out of the hospital. The stupid doc put him back on the same med that put him in there. She is going to call the doc and see what's the deal. My guess is he was let out of the hospital because the three days is up and it's time to turn the poor people out on the streets again.
i have my new computer all packed up and ready to go. Daughter says' i'm just like a kindergartner but not ready for my first day of school. The iron sings again.
