This is where the pigs live.

This is us, arriving with food for them.

Mincemeat

Sigh. Showers outside this morning, with random flashes of light. Kind of interesting.

I was home in the morning, working on the End of Life workshop and spending quality time with my computer. Ray and I took a short walk before he drove to UGA. My Dad was here briefly to bring us some quality pig food. I had great leftovers for lunch.

I had a interview at 2 for a part-time temporary case manager position. It went okay; I know a lot more about the job than the guy who interviewed me. It only lasted 30 minutes, which can be a bad sign, but he already knows me and my qualifications. I was surprised at how unexcited I am about working for this organization--especially at $12.50/hour for 20 hrs for 6 months...but...

Then I went to the Fellowship and met with the lovely women who are working with me to present information on Preparing for the End of Life, a workshop on 1/28. I was a little concerned we wouldn't be ready, but I think it's in good shape. Hospice, Health Care Directives, wills and powers of attorney, a detailed checklist, donating your body to science and my topic (funeral homes), plus the minister talking a little about memorial services. A lot to cover in 2 hours--we will plan on revisiting some of the topics.

Almost dark when I got home. Time to feed the pigs and then make supper. It was after 7 by the time we ate and I was crabby and hungry. I try to avoid that, but sometimes it happens. Then TV and early to bed.