I’m back at work today (my day job), as many people are in Joplin. Many businesses are opening up, if they can. Joplin is trying to struggle back onto her feet. It’s admirable. Truly. But still a little strange. It’s hard to think of the things I do at work as important. There are so many people in need, and so many things that still need to be done. But we’ve still got donations coming in (my wife’s a super-hero, I gotta tell you!), and FEMA is here. The churches are helping with all sorts of needs … for the most part, I would just be in the way.
So, I’m working. It’s just … I really don’t know how to describe it. I just feel like I shouldn’t be here, but I don’t know where I should be.


Last Few Moments of Vacation

It’s 3:04 AM, and I’m about to go to bed. In the morning, if I can get up early enough, I’ll go vote. If not, I’ll just go to work. I’m already dreading it, but I have managed to keep my mind off of work most of the week. I managed to pick up some Christmas presents today. I’m trying to think of more to say, just to avoid going to bed, because when I do, that’s it. Vacation’s over. That makes me sad.

A Difficult Evening

I’ve had a difficult day at work. The bright side is that I only need to make it through one more day, then I’m on vacation. It’s a long time coming, and well-deserved, if I do say so myself. My youngest refuses to go to sleep, and she keeps dirtying her diaper (I just changed her an hour ago, and she’s stinky again). But she does it in the most adorable way, of course. Parents can be sickening, I know, but this little girl is too cute. Anyway, during my vacation, if the woman doesn’t force me into too many activities, I will get an opportunity to smooth some of the rough edges on this blog, as well as try to get some writing done. More then, I suppose.