I went to bed Monday night crying that I just don't understand how I can work from 7 a.m. to 10:30 p.m. and go to bed with more work than I started with. A woman's work is never done, I suppose. I did take a break last evening and go to dinner with a friend. Then we grabbed a hot cocoa at B&N and sat outside to enjoy the lovely evening and talk. It was good just to talk with a "big person" and have a few good laughs. She was commenting that her son got in the car after 4-H and said, "Isn't it nice to go to 4-H and not be held down, tackled, or teased?" She didn't know that he had been a part of the problems, so it was disturbing to her to hear that. It sure is nice though to not have those problems anymore.