I usually don't let shit bother me, but this is bothering me. A bunch.
I've been working at St Francis for almost 30 years, more than half my life. I can't really imagine working anyplace else. Thinking about this has kept me from enjoying another beautiful fall day, dammit.
I need for it to rain when I'm in a mood like this... this weather is totally inappropriate. Who should I complain to?
I went to bed early last night, and Karen came home with the three grandsons (Brian, Patrick and Drew). About midnight, the alarm went off on Karen's cell phone... someone (probably Karen) had been messing with it. Eventually, I had to get up and figger out how to stop it.
And then, naturally, I was totally awake, so I put Napster up again, snagged some more tunes. It was probably 03:00 before I got back to sleep.
I got up about 10:30 and Karen was out in the yard talking to the neighbor from across the street. We knew that the man who lived next to them on the south had been taken away in an ambulance a week or so ago... he's now in a nursing home.... stroke, or something. His wife is going to be moving out there to be with him soon.
And the guy that lives to the north of them had been found dead last week... the neighbors are dropping off... that's three in the last month. And all of them had excellent lawns, too... they spent most of their time doing that, making me look bad.
Then I had to fix the drain for the bathroom sink. JD and Tyler and I had fixed it about six months ago, and I wasn't really happy with it then. I'm not really happy with it now, either, but it'll work another five years the way it is now, I think...
Anyway, I've got a busy day tomorrow, so I think that I'll go to bed really early... being depressed is tiring.
Anyway, as soon as I got up I started thinking and getting depressed. Then the KC Chiefs lost their game... not that I would have been cheerful for more than about five minutes had they won.