Good things. Woke up, always a good way to start the day, again fed the girls in my robe. The pockets are getting full. Bad things. Got on the scale and gained two pounds. Probably due to not walking back and forth, and back and forth, and back and forth etc. through the warehouse. Note to self, get back on the trails with the dogs, but keep Rusty on a leash.
Good thing. Not doing as much laundry. Same old jeans, same old sweater. If this keeps up, gong to take a lot of clothes back to Goodwill. Another good thing. It has been over a week, and, even with my trip into Boston, there is over a half a tank of gas in my car. Bad things, well, quite honestly, except for cash flow, can’t think of any. Do miss my work buddies though.
More good things. Writing is my passion. You all have to suffer that. Now I wake up to it every day. Just please, help spread the words. The house is cleaner. After getting home from work, cleaning was the farthest thing from my mind. Now, because it is my work surroundings, it is important for my mental health. My kids will be glad.
Sorry to say all you 9-5ers, you know those beautiful days when we would go outside, some to smoke (you know that could kill you) some to walk dogs (good therapy) and some to climb the “leaving” hill, (the stigma is probably now gone) and wish that it would be declared a non work day? There is a place in the upper pasture where my hammock will find me with pencil and paper this summer.
Self Employed Again 