Boring, boring, boring and backward they will think - I thought looking at it from my television chair, unwilling to go back to work.
"What am I to do with the rest of my life if I don't do this?" I thought again and again as the final statement to another session of a convoluted life long argument with myself. It is the extension of the teenage anxiety ridden muse:
"What will I be, what can I be, what will I be allowed to be; when I get grow up?"
After 10 days of puttering around the house and yard and garage silently mumbling and grumbling to myself, I succumbed...
To my own choice.