Today is January 17, Friday. One of those days you see coming. Started early with going out in the frost to see if I could get word on Mrs Duncan, the neighbor, in surgery today for cancer, from her son. I missed him as he sped down to Shands in Gainesville. Melanie has been in a bad way lately, stressed over finances and family. I made the mistake of saying I was going to Alligator Lake for awhile. I could tell this would lead to words. I decided to put off going, waiting until I got the dogs from the groomers and the Rx from CVS. Then I went, taking a brisk walk, not getting anything of consequence. I did meet a new fellow photographer with a D40, new in town. I told him of the Art League next Tuesday, of which he looked forward to.
Arriving home, sure enough, Melanie came in and said, I know you don't like to hear this...you need to really step up finding a job, I need someone to lean on, you could have been using your time to re-train, etc.
And so, I walk the plank. Life stinks for me. At the Pet Spot, the groomer spotted my card in the car and said she had a friend with a wedding coming up. I said, take the card with the poem on the back.
And so it is 11PM. Tomorrow we are going down to Williston to eat with Gerald and Billie Earl. I will muddle along in a funk of thought and malaise. I will continue to pray something can open beyond my ability to open it. I am at the end of the plank. The next step is coming.
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