I have a morning meeting so I am driving in to work today. That means I am not at the mercy of the trains and train station parking so instead of going home after work, I will go to the farm. The farm has been so lovely and I am just overwhelmed with sadness that it won’t be there in just a few weeks. Rob asked for an extension and I really hope they grant it to him but ultimately it just means delaying the inevitable. There are times when, looking back, I wish I had worn make-up and hadn’t so thoroughly embraced the feminist mystique and yet there are times I wish I buckled down even harder and committed myself to retiring at 35. Had I done the latter, then I could have bought the farm and lived a nice quiet life ever after. Oh well. I took the road that was paved and I’ll be traveling down it until I’m 65.