I'm getting that Sunday night feeling...

Planoamy
It's late Sunday night. Too late to go do anything else, too late for any more good TV or time to watch a movie. It's time to get ready for bed, but I am fighting it. Not because I don't feel tired yet--I could probably be asleep in 10 minutes. But that would mean that I would soon wake up to another work week. Just like the old days of trying to get that last bit of homework done and dreading the "laying out of clothes." Ugh. Why is it always Monday when I feel like wearing black?

Of course all this belly-aching is pretty self-centered when I go into my blessing-counting mode. I mean, stuff I'm grateful for since I don't put much stock in blessings. But one, I have a job. And it's indoors, in the A/C, at a desk. I don't deal with many germs or sick people unless you count the crowd with smoker's cough, hacking in the smoking area outside the building. I pretty much know what my day will be like.

And two, I am not praying for a cure or an end to a pain of some kind. All my family and friends are in good health as far as I know. I am concerned about my friends and their family in the path of Dennis tonight. I hope they are dry and safe and their belongings will be also. I also have made some contacts through my previously mentioned work on soldier boxes. Tonight the internet posting is lighter than usual, which is usually a sign of something going down--hopefully just a sand storm but sometimes they block communication when there is an incident, so that family can be notified before word gets out. I will wonder about it for a while until there is something in the news.

So I suppose I should quit whining about my horrible job. It pays the bills and makes my flamboyant lifestyle possible! I mean, how else could I afford all my Ebay treasures? Which reminds me, there's probably an auction ending soon that I MUST check out...