What would you like to be doing, wouldn't you like to be auditing and software training?
No.
So what's next. You just had a birthday.
What I'd like to be doing is writing. And knitting when I'm not writing. And going to movies in the afternoon. Daughter gave me a loaded movie card.
There's not much money in writing.
Yeah, I know. Or knitting for that matter. That's why I need to sell my house. Then I can write.
So what are you doing to facilitate that?
I listed my house for sale. I took stress leave from my municipal time-consuming, enraging position. I backed away completely from stifling, drunken massive social events. I spaced my PGs a little better, gapped out some time for myself.
And yeah, I forgot to mention, I'm lying down for an hour in the afternoon. It's a brilliant revitalizer.
But you're not happy?
No. I'm easily irritated. I'm impatient. I'm snarky. I can't believe the world is not going along with my intention for a peaceful, blissful, last few years: Nazism? Ku Klux Klan without the masks? Anti Fa? (aren't most decent human beings?) In your face racism. Worst forest fires ever in BC? Domestic terrorism in the U.S.? And need I mention the occasional occupier of the White House?
I wish this lonely wee planet would get its act together and its useless and vile janitors thrown off it.
Maybe then I might be happy.
As if.
