Hopeless

I could scream.

OK maybe not scream..just sigh .  A really really long and desperate one.

Melvin is leaving...the only one who I can communicate with.

Siiiiiiigggggghhhhhh.

He is leaving on Sunday and I am in a deep depression.

Another guy, Manuel, is replacing him and my fingers are crossed..which makes breeding difficult by the way.

Change.  I don't like change.  I don't do well with change.

I am a structured person..right down to the core.  I can prove it.

The following may scare you;

I wake up at 5:15am, drink 1 litre of water

Get ready, make my oatmeal and get my coffee together.

I leave the apt by 5:35.

Eat on the way to work.

Get to work by 5:45.

Feed calves, drop dogs off, come up to my office.

Drink another litre plus coffee while I do this.

Bring up fresh cows, check sick cows at 8am.

That is my morning routine..EVERY.DAY.

Whatever happens after 8am is a variation of the same thing, basically.



So am I hopeless?

More than likely.

But I'm not gonna dwell.

No, I'm gonna take my depressed, hopeless rear out and hope for the best.

Cuz that's all I have..hope and Spanish for Dummies.