This week started off rough without my assistant; got thru and stumbled into tuesday pretty uneventful went to church the priest wasn't there. no calls from any of my friends but Gianna came home for the week.  By wednesday i'm loosing my mojo still haven't heard from anyone.  thursday rolls around i'm done, but still go to get my nails done before i go to my prayer group. the manicurist looks at my nails and tells me i've got to soak off the old ones.  the whole process takes about 2 hours goodbye prayer group.  Oh did i mention that i have to work saturday? i get to work on pajama friday                                       and by 9:30 i'm ready to head home.  i make it thru the day and shoot out of work.  I can't wait for the weekend and there's usually some kind of let down.  Felix says why not get a pizza so we end up sitting around with pizza hut take out.   Did i mention the weekend's are disappointing? So here i sit sunday evening, getting ready to say goodbye to Gianna and get ready for another work week. In four more years i'll retire.  It's not that i don't like what i do, i just haven't had any weekend r&r  in a long time. This is the most i've ever weighed, but i feel heavy, my heart feels heavy.  i'm sure it's all the loss with Gianna, probably  empty nest syndrome coupled with disappointed mother.  i keep reminding myself i'm where GOD wants me to be.  So i'll just keep going along.  What a long strange trip it's been.