Oddly, though the employment situation is somewhat dire and things financially, though workable are ridiculously fraught with complication, I find myself feeling rather independent.
No idea why.
Political foolishness is abundant, the nutjobs are getting their 15 minutes, and no one seems to care.
I still need to lose 20 pounds and get back into the gym. No one seems to care.
The temps are going down, and it appears we might just have a nice Indian Summer. I so hope for glorious fall colors, I love that time of year. That's when I really love to be on a horse, they're well ridden out from the summer and relaxed on the trail, and I can just enjoy the scenery and not have to wrestle with a horse. And it means riding in the snow is coming soon, which is even more fun.
Yesterday while I was launching a full scale attack on the disaster that was my apartment (it looked like someone with chronic depression lived here) I ran across some photos I thought should be scanned so i can stop worrying about their disposition. The following pic is the view south from my deck in San Francisco back in the day.
This was the north view:
Thinking of escape again, yet last nights class was so much fun! I've never found, in any of the 110 jobs I've had in my life, the kind of energy that gets created in a classroom. How can I give that up?
And so it goes: