The Cage--well, that would be expectations or employment or stupidity. Notice the cage door is OPEN. That would/could mean escape or choice. Go in or stay out. Or just continue to be doing wrong headed things.
I have a tendency to be wrong about things. A very strong sense of "duty" and "work" beaten into me--literally--by my parents. We've talked about this before.
Anyway, Wednesday I went into work. I wasn't supposed to but my employer called and asked me to come in. And I think I am finally not going to be doing this again. Today I am coughing and yesterday I was exhausted. I do feel a sense of responsibility to my loyal customer fan base. My husband says, "they were fine before you worked there and they will be fine after you stop working there."
I think this is the same thing I said to him when he retired and worried about the restaurant he had been managing. But, they weren't fine after he left. In fact, the restaurant closed a few years after.
Today I am vacuuming. No matter what else happens. Vacuuming.
My across the street neighbor has a guy over at her house washing her windows. Making me think I should be washing my windows.
Later I have an online book to continue reading and some additional sizes of fabric bits to cut for my evening past time of sewing things together into 5 by 7 inch blocks. And we might have some ice cream later today.
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