I didn't even think that me being here all day is unusual.  Going outside to get the paper, and to get the mail and my just completed walk to the church to do my calling don't seem out of the ordinary.  But when you think about it I am really quite weird.  I guess I'm getting used to it.  Sure, there are times when I think about a more exciting life style.  But 'it is what it is' and I spent years getting to the point where I could do this.  Worth it?  I do wonder.  Can I change it?

I don't think so.  Can I get 'there' from here?  I surely hope so.  But I do declare that the company gets to me.  That is why I relish the time I am able to just sit down and talk with Sheila.  She is my link to the world, and to sanity.  Oh, yeah, I did go into the back yard at least 4 times to wash out the skimmer.  Sheila put some stuff in the pond yesterday to kill off the algae in preparation of the annual clean up scheduled for next Tuesday.  I hope that it'll last until morning because I dread getting up in the middle of the night to do that.  Pumping is one thing, but that is as bad.  I'm still trying to 'think small'.  Kept pretty busy today.  Tomorrow will bring its own challenges.  I wonder if anything exciting will happen.  I can always dream, can't I?