Sometimes I think that my life is so boring that I wonder why I even bother. I probably should have started when I was still working. Then I would have had plenty to bitch about. But I moved away first. And, really, I am so glad I did. It is so enjoyable here. Now, when I drive back, I start to tense up as soon as I come down off the bridge. I feel like everyone wants to shit on me. Not my family, of course. And on the way back home, I get such a wonderful feeling of happiness and calm when I get to the bridge.
This the view from my family room.