Oh Bog! If that was a word it would express perfectly the way I feel today. It's beautiful outside and I love being outside. The small amount of sanity in me is found outside. Not today though and I hate that. Why did I fall into this bogness on such a lovely day?
You see I want to go home. You know the yellow and white house home, my home. Not this place I am living. Why am I pulled in so many different directions? I am sure I can't take it much longer. (interrupted by the cell phone) I feel the need to put on a happy voice for my family when they call. Why is this? I am not happy especially when I am talking them because it makes me miss Home and family. Would tears be appropriate right now. Well I don't think they care much about coming at the appropriate time. Do you?
This is about all I can pour out of my brain today. My apologies for the droning on of it all.
-Jonnie
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Actually, yesterday was rough for me too. However, just as you observed, it was a pretty day. And so I forced myself outside and wandered into a half finished house. Birds were nesting in the rafters and there was fresh lumber stacked all around me.
It was great!
that sounds nice.
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