Be amazed. I closed the house and turned on the heat. The ten-day forecast had highs in the 50s every day, so it was an easy choice. You should be proud of me.
Without You: Driven to Chasing My Tail
I don't have much time tonight, and there's not much to say anyway. I bought cat food and dog treats after work. We're going through cat food a lot faster now, though not as fast as we were when Jethro was able to get to the bowl.
I'll work tomorrow instead of Friday. I'm training a new assistant, so I'm working the days she can work. We'll see how the CFS likes working three days in a row. It's sad to have to think about that, when I used to work third shift, a week at a time, without any problem. I'll have a four-day weekend - I have enough time to do something special, but no money. Maybe I'll tackle one of the big projects around here. I'll have to see how I do working three days in a row, and then figure out the weekend.
I wish you were here to tell me that having CFS doesn't render me completely undeserving of space on the planet. You aren't unbiased - I'm as important to you as you are to me - but you could always make me feel better. I could make you happy simply by existing, so I was doing something important all the time no matter how I felt.
I've circled back to the issue of purpose, haven't I? I seem to be chasing my tail. And there's no point in subjecting you to this. I love you so, so much. If you have any suggestions, comments, or smart remarks, feel free to pass them on to me. I'll leave the light on!