This Has Got to End

I am getting very tired of my work life. Tax season is awful and I seem to forget how bad it is every year. I think the seven or eight months is just enough time to wash away the pain and suffering heaped upon me by the poor and misguided educational choices I made as a youth. Next life is gonna be different. Today will be more of the same. There will be too much work, all non memorable, until I am too tired to continue. Then I go home, eat dinner, and collapse. Wash, rinse and repeat.

I must give a shout out to my friend Cissie. Why you may ask. Because she wants and needs a shout out. Hi Cissie!!

I am sitting here and it’s Wednesday morning at 8. I need to get moving. For the last hour I have been texting, blogging and talking on the phone. I need to be driving to work. So off to shower.

Ok. It’s now Thursday morning at 7am. Emily just called from her drive, I can tell she is lonely and emotionally unwell. She thinks her dog is dying. The dog, Latte, is 17. So Emily’s worry is not misplaced. But, Emily has had this response to a sick Latte many times in the last few years. Who is to say now is the time? No one knows. Sooner or later (prob sooner) Emily’s worry will be well founded. She even started worrying about our other dog dying because Latte is. The worry hits extreme quickly. Latte peed in the bed last night. Didn’t eat her meal. Is lethargic (is that even possible) more than usual. She could just be sick. I don’t know. Our vet is a four hour drive. Stay tuned.

Back to what I was saying. It’s 715. Yesterday I worked all day. Went to the store around 5 and got a gift for sister in law Dee. Then back to work till 1030. Then hone. Eat. Sleep. See, days never change.

Today will be different. Tonight at 740, Michael and Carly arrive at Sac airport. They are not coming to visit us. A friend of theirs is doing something and whatever and they are going to that. But, I am picking them up and they are spending the night at our house. Emily is making a nice dinner, of course. It’s their first visit to the new house and we want to make it special. Michael never visits. Have not seen him in at least a year. Loser. Why did I have children?

Tomorrow we are going skiing. Not Emily, she is going to work. She doesn’t ski anyway. So a half day on the slopes should be a blast. I am betting it will be good at least. At about 1 I will head to Sacramento and the office for a couple appointments and work till 1039 again. And all day Saturday and Sunday and on and on.

Don’t want to get ahead of myself. Day is young and I gotta go grind corn beef. And get ready for work.