work work work

work, sca, sleep, work, sca, sleep, work ... oy ...

And not just regular work, but super busy, in your face work. Totally nuts. But at least it is a job.

I find myself thinking every time I pass an accident on the highway, that one of these days it will be my turn. Morbid, but that thought does keep connecting...

And in other news, there's a haunted house at an Ostrich Farm. The very idea just tickles my fancy. I have to go check this out.

.oO(We have Ostrich Farms in Canada? Wow!)