gnats and sweat
I am in South Georgia for a training for work ... and it's hot. The gnats seem to enjoy flying in my face and sticking to me anytime I am outside. I don't quite understand why they like me so much. I can be walking in a group of people, and for some reason the gnats pick me out and envelop me. It's quite a sight to behold, I'm sure ... just as I am when I have little black bugs sticking to me.Have I mentioned I'm not a huge fan of summer in Georgia? I suppose it could be worse. I could LIVE in this area with all the overly friendly gnats.
This is a wonderfully deep post.
I miss my husband.
I am looking forward to finishing my degree in February. I am SO ready to be a counselor/therapist/something else ... but I don't think I will be pursuing any job changes until after the tentative move out west in a couple years.
I am not even sure what I'm writing about.
I miss my husband. And, surprisingly, I miss my kitchen and all that it holds. A lot.
I'm heading out now to battle the gnats (the high-speed in my room is actually no-speed, which means I have to trek over here to the conference center lobby to get on their wireless).
Ok, that's all for now. The gnats call, and I must answer.
