I checked to see if there were any comments that I could respond to and that would give me some idea about what I could write about.  But there was nothing, so I have to come up with something about another normal, boring day.  Work, yes, I did work hard.  Productive, again yes.  I got a lot done.  Here it is after 10 and I still want to finish here, take my blood pressure, check the skimmer before I go to bed, (yes, it will be dark when I go out.) and the other parts of my nightly ritual.  I also need a nice, cold drink of water.  Sheila got back from the store and came downstairs with her bottle.  I think I would have had the idea anyway, but her example was enticing.  I feel quite worked up from a long day of work.  I am pretty much ready for morning, but I know that I have lots of work still waiting for me that will take me into Saturday getting it all ready.  There is certainly an advantage to having work.  We pray for it.  We think about it.  And we do not forget to express thanks for it.  But it sure takes a lot of time to actually do it.  I wish that there was another way, but in 65 + years of looking I haven't found it.  Resigned I am, and work I will.  From this day and forever more.  There will always be work to do.  I just look forward to a day when the work is a bit different then what I do now.