I spent the night on the farm last night. I had a day onsite with a client a few counties away and I just went there instead of coming all the way back here last night. Call me crazy, but it was calling to me. The cabin is still many (wo)man-hours from being completed. This was a fact that had been depressing me to the point I was avoiding the cabin altogether.
After all, we made the decision to stay here at the lake until my son graduated high school — because despite my substantial complaints about the Russell County School system… it still runs circles around the Casey County version. It will be a cold day in Hades before my children attend that sorry excuse for a school again.
Which means… I can only visit the farm. I can’t live there right now.
It’s kind of crazy, with gas prices being what they are, that Wayne drives over 70 miles to work every day, when the farm is less than 10 miles from his place of employment. He stays at the farm occasionally. I think, working nights, it’s probably easier to sleep there than to battle all the hubbub around here during the day.