Sabbatical

Marilee just asked me if I was bored.

"Not yet, but I'm working on it" was my reply.

It was about 7:45 when I'd just gone upstairs. She was still nodding off; I was playing with Bambi and Lexie when she asked.

You see, at 7:45am - every morning for the last two years or so - I'd have been leaving the house for my first call of the day. Wherever that was, as it depended primarily on where the great computer in the clouds decided I was to go. Except now, there's no computer in the clouds any more. Oh, I'm sure it's still there, but I have no way of seeing what's going on.

And that's making me a little stir-crazy. Part of me doesn't want to know what's going on. With one less person it's bound to get a bit crazy. Another body will be forthcoming, I'm sure, but when and for how long is still up to the powers-that-be.

Me? Oh, I'll stay busy if Marilee has anything to say about it. But I think I'll pace myself.

Right now, anyway, I've got all the time in the world.