I may not be online Wednesday evening or most of Thursday. My doctor has persuaded me that it is time for an exam. The one where you have to drink gallons of icky stuff to clear out your insides. So, you know where I'll be.
Wish me luck.
So far it’s been a good life. I’ve lived in both rural and metro areas, waited tables and reviewed chromatograms, rounded up loose sheep and spent beautiful summer evenings at concerts in Central Park. I’ve painted a house, kissed the Blarney stone, and pushed a lawn mower with a baby on my back. Currently I’m working 9 to 5, going to the gym, sneaking a donut, a good book, or a visit with my grown sons when I can. Where do I go from here? I'd like a small house with enough land to homestead.