Most days, I love my job. It's hard, thankless work, but good work. I know I am making a difference and providing very necessary services...

But some days, it seems that I'm fighting an endless tide of poverty, lack of education, mental illness, and society's inability to show human decency to its least members.

I came home with a fatigue and a headache I just could not shake. I had a lot to get done for WW tonight and thankfully had some help getting it done, but I still need to pack tomorrow and drive out to site. I decided to take the day off from work - I have just too much for the event that still needs prepping and I am just too tired to face the work problems again tomorrow.

Usually, I like Boston Legal and I thought watching a few episodes while working on handwork would be pleasant, but with a running theme of mental illness, drugs, various flavors of love, Alzheimer's, and euthanasia, it did little to lighten the mood.

Anyway. Off to Boscobel tomorrow. Expect a report next week, probably not on Sunday night. :P