Vacation Ends

Well Thursday I go back to work. I'm back at my old job. I don't consider this time off a vacation. After all its been hell for me trying to recover from these surgeries. The knee surgery I figured would of been the easiest to recover from was actually the hardest. My knee still ain't right, I still can't get on my knees and it really sucks. But it's much better than it was after the surgery.

But Tom is happy that my butt i going back to work. Since this job gives him more "me" money or should I call it "his" money - he is fine with it.

Also we can carpool again, meaning that he doesn't go out of his way - and not inconvenienced in anyway, only me- who has to be there an 1/2 hour early, and wait a 1/2 hour after work for him to pick me up.

His words of encouragement are "if you don't like waiting, start walking home, I will get you when I pass you"... now I have been married to this fool for too many years that I know he will blow the horn as he passes right by me. I'm not falling for that trick. It's bad enough that I get stuck putting gas in the blazer every Saturday morning.

But its a monday-friday job - no weekends, 8-5 so thats a plus to it.

I will miss sleeping till noon, and then taking a nap after getting up late. I got pretty used to staying up late at night being on the computer. That will soon be gone. I will be like the old man here - in bed by 8.

So while everyone else in the office may be excited about my return. ... I don't share the same feelings... But its a job.