I am gruuumpyyy today! Don't talk to me. There are very few generous or love-your-neighbor impulses in me. I find myself thinking, "What do they think I'm here for? To serve them?" when organizations from the community call to ask for stuff. Of course, that cranky rhetorical question has an actual answer: "Yes, it is literally written in your job description to serve the people."
But I don't have to like it.
Actually, I'm trying to spend as much time as possible doing mundane tasks that have to be done before I leave so that I have as little interaction with people as possible. I'll do those tasks tomorrow when I'm friendly again.
Lead us not into temptation, right?
minty, all year - (If you ignore the state of my legs, I promise to spare you the boring saga of the systemic, not-going-away poison ivy that is plaguing my body this summer. ...