Feeling Cheated

Dear God, I am tired of sitting around doing nothing. Nobody ever gives the family administrator a pink slip to officiate the end of their employment, but I have been languishing in the "Empty Nest" for quite allot of years now. I am unspeakably tired of it and so hungry for full, productive days that I am ready to eat a timeclock just for a taste of validation.

Finally, I have a project which allows me to say, "I am going to work." as I leave the adults in the urban homestead to tend their own business and. . . Wham. . . Here I sit once more, nursing a sinus infection into its 3rd week. Gnarl, gnarl, gnash, gnash. . .

Small steps, big faith and lots of prayer.

The good news is that the hiatus seems to have bolstered the support of the project from the other adults in the family. I think. Grown-ups are so-o-o-o-o hard to read, much less predict.