Choices

Morning drink at the fountain. Call from a recruiter - once again tempting me to move to Southern Ohio. Friday negotiation for a job that includes a 70-mile (one way) commute. My carbon foot print expands.

In either case, I would miss the morning drink. A move would require bundling up the "family" (I wonder if BK would want to move), selling the "homestead," and extending my distance from most of the family (but not all - you other "bloggers" will be closer).

Not moving means spending a lot of time behind the wheel, particularly after the Midwest winter sets in. But the light that is shined includes working from home part of the time - attractive, no?

Then there are the morning walks with neighbors ... how will I keep up with their impressions of politics? I won't be on a "first name" basis with many of the players no matter which avenue I choose to follow.

Ah well, summer always comes to an end. Vacation soon will be over and I will be a wage slave once again (besides, unemployment is rapidly coming to an end). Maybe I will get a "stimulus package" check someday and can hold out for the burger job.

Choices, choices, choices.