Lately, I've found myself so very tired at the end of every "work" day and every evening I want to crawl into bed around 6 and not get up til the following morning. Right now is one of those tired moments. I feel glued to my bed or like there's an enormous weight pressing me down.
It may not be a real job I have, but man, it is exhausting. I've been doing landscaping/remodeling over at the Homan homestead these past couple weeks. Basically, I'm their mule, their workhorse, their plodding Clydesdale. While I certainly don't dislike the work, and sometimes even enjoy it a little bit, I can only wonder how someone who makes this type of work his or her career continues to do it for months and years at a time. Today I spent nearly four hours on a ladder, scraping the last vestiges of paint off the eaves of the garage, getting dust in my nose, eyes, and mouth, and can't even begin to imagine doing something like this for the rest of my life.
In other news, I still don't have a job, but in the past few weeks, I flew in a four passenger airplane over the western suburbs, went to Lake Tahoe with my parents and grandmother to visit my oldest brother and his family (including the cutest nephews in the world), had one job interview for a position I don't necessarily want, got stung by a bee on my eyebrow, saw the Twins play the Red Sox, saw JoDee Messina play at RibFest, and went inside the Basilica of St. Mary's for the first time ever.
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