I've joined the ranks of the unemployed. I've spent the last three weeks (when I wasn't calling on jobs) wandering around wondering what to do with myself. I always thought that if I didn't have to get in the car every morning and race to work, I'd jump on all those projects that I've been putting off for years - like writing, and blogging, and art projects and getting some exercise...
It turns out that self discipline is a whole lot harder than you'd think.
True, I did stain the deck, and do a little painting, but I still feel out of sorts. And then too, all of a sudden I had more time to pay attention to Washington.
That'll make you sink deep into despair if nothing else will.