I have to remember that that is the most important thing in my life.
I’m having a rough work day. Battered, bruised, wondering if this is the right place for me. It’s not. Home is. But the money from this job will go a long way in getting us in a good position for when Pinchy arrives. I just don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold out.
So I’m dreaming of everything else in the world. Removing myself from here. Imagining myself elsewhere. Even home on the couch sounds better.