I am fighting it hard, but I realized this morning on my way to work that I was driving TO work where I now have regular hours, a steady paycheck, and health insurance. I can even get it for the cats. It is kinda nice not living quite so ready to pick up and go when the mood strikes me. (I made the decision to move to Kansas City over many White Russians.) I am just too old to move too many more times. I guess I am finally all grown up.
Nah! Never happen.
