Ho, hum.
Another night at work. Start off fast, slow down, end up fast. Yep, legs hurt, feet hurt. Same old thing every day.
I didn't get a chance to call Karen this morning until about 06:45, and luckily she was still here. She told me that the power had gone out, she didn't know if it was just us or the neighborhood.
I got off shortly after 07:00 and hurried home and found Karen sitting in the swing on the front deck reading the paper. We talked for a while before we went in... it's a beautiful morning... and then we found the power was back on. I spent some time resetting clocks and turning computers on...
And I found out that my main machine had lost its connectivity with the cable. It took me about an hour after Karen had left to get it going again. And then I thought, "I'm too tired to write today... I'll just go to bed."
Obviously, I didn't do that, but it was a close thing. And it made me think about why I do this, and particularly why I do it every day...
It's an obsession? Well, kinda. But it's more of a fear that if I don't do it every day, I probably won't do it at all, and I still enjoy doing it.
And no, even after four years, I'm not really sure why I enjoy doing it. But I do. And, surprisingly, there are people (excluding family) who pretty much read it every day. I would kinda like to know their motivations....
But anyways... it's bedtime. One more night. Different doc tonight...