I'm OK

I get sick of choosing "chillin'" as a mood, but it is the closest I can find to "content".

Work was OK today.  Just normal stuff.  I got a lot done, left very little for others, since I'm gone on Monday (flying home) and they have little reason to gripe about extra work load.  They shouldn't gripe anyway...heck, I cover for them when they're gone, so heck with it.  I'm OK.

I haven't ridden Buddy in over two months, yet I'm sad he's gone.  He wasn't the right horse for my situation.  Nobody could ride him but me, and I couldn't ride him.  He had turned into a hay-burning accessory.  Not good.  I'll have a horse.  I'll have a horse that anyone can ride and that I have time to ride regularly.  He's friendly and fun and energetic, but he's a waste if nobody rides.  I'm OK.

Tomorrow morning, I'll head to the lab.  I have to get my business cards and stuff packed into my bag (I won't check, I'll carry on...I won't risk losing luggage) and then I have some work to do.  I'm meeting a customer there at 11:30 to show him around the lab.  That'll burn about 45 minutes.  At 12:30, Michelle and I will head to the airport for a 2:15 flight.  Plenty of time, since we're not checking luggage.  I gotta get some matches...no lighters on flights now.  I can get matches...I'm OK.

We have a layover that's a bit over an hour in Charlotte, NC.  I can deal with that.  It's another airport to experience.  I like airports.  Call me a freak, but I am a people watcher.  It'll be fun.  Maybe I'll grab a beer or something.  My kids all want a "Sky Mall" from the plane, and I'll collect peanuts or pretzels, or whatever for them.  They like it when I come home with goodies.  I'm OK.

I will kiss my husband and kids in the morning, see Mom and Dad briefly, go to work, see a customer, fly to SC, see the ocean for the first time, post a journal entry from the hotel, and fall asleep in a strange place, all in the matter of 12 hours.  I'm OK.

I love my life.  I love my job.  I love travelling to places I wouldn't otherwise see.  I love having a husband that picks up the slack when I'm gone.  I love coming home to my own bed after a trip.  I have more than many rich folks could ever hope for.  Envy *THIS*, rich folks!  I'm happy...can you say that?  I'm OK.