I'm no victim -- broke is different from poor.

So, if we were being honest with one another, and we are, I would tell you that I have some serious gripes with life. Don't get me wrong -- there isn't actually anything wrong. It's just that, well... recently, I discovered that work had become life and life had become work. Yes, I had days off. But they would fly by like nothing while I forced my tired limbs to do something and then it would be time to go to work again. And the time in between would just involve resting up until the next time I had to go to work.

Life is supposed to be about the time in between work. Work is what you do to sustain life. And if you're lucky, one day you'll find work that fits into life. And that's called a career. But not everyone even finds a career that involves life. In fact, I'd say that people very rarely do.

Anyhow, I'm taking my life back. And I've been much happier.

And my true love is curled up asleep in my bed while I sit here in a bathrobe and tell you all of my thoughts.

I guess we are best friends, huh?

If I had to make a choice, I would knit in the sunroom rather than sing in the streets (not that that ever made a difference to you).