Diary

So it's been a long time. Things are weird at work. Things are weird personally too. Lost my dad this spring. A sad passing, but it was time. We thought he was just "not there," but I think he was more "there" than we thought. Which kind of breaks my heart, but I get that he made up his mind it was time to go. Even bit the spoon I was using to try to feed him. He was saying, "Nope, I'm done."

Then my boss, whom we all love, decides after a difficult year, to retire early. And then one after the other staff member finds other employment. So it's down to two of us full-time, and two hourly, out of seven. So a new normal must be found.

This will be my sounding board. Nobody is listening, so it's my little diary, minus the miniature key to open the book that I had as a little girl. Where is that book? God, I would love to see what crap I thought was important then.