Night trees

The working day came home with me again. I can't switch off the mind and Ally met me for dinner to debrief me yet again.

Am I getting to old for this?

I see my work changing and becoming involved with darker problems and poor outcomes. The time taken to deal with it becomes no longer than it was before, so more and more is squashed and levered into the working day. A learning curve I never wanted to climb, stretches skyward.

The pay cut, in real terms tests the vocation and people leave disillusioned.

Me?

The lottery isn't working, so I have to.

Sorry about the crap picture, it was all I could do to pick up and shoot this on the way home.

I need chocolate!