I got up this morning and I was depressed.
I recently applied for a job in Shetland and I have jerked myself back and forth ever since about whether I should take the job or not. Of course, I haven't heard back yet from the HR folks, but it is a bit early for that, along with being a bit early to be making all these interesting plans as if I have already been offered the job!
So, the roller coaster ride begins. I get happy and excited about a new challenge. I get down because it might not happen. I get happy and excited that it has every chance of happening! I get down because it seems like the problem might be with the UK Border Office and I don't want to mess with that. I get happy because stupider people than me do this everyday and they get through the Border Office gauntlet successfully. I get down because my research tells me that my son Matt is too old and I see no way that they will let him in the country. On and on I go with the roller coaster ride and my poor wife Lisa must just want to run away sometimes and find more stable people to live with.
I need to remind myself to thank Lisa for putting up with me. I think I already did. Numerous times. This morning.
However, I think that it would be a nice gesture to actually not force her onto the Jason Nemrow Ride-O-Insanity so often. Just to be a little kinder.
Of course, I wouldn't be this creative and philosophical nutcase if I didn't do the roller-coaster and I wouldn't be as entertaining to everyone. I must say that even Lisa laughed at my travails this morning, so the humor value must make up somewhat for the whiplash!
Oh, the agony!!