Sometimes life is hard. This I understand. Sometimes your predictive text (well, mine, actually) wants to change that to Izmir, instead of "is". These things I take in my stride.
But I have another job. Another calling. Another vocation. I am an MSE. Not a Micro$oft support engineer - I haven't sunk that low - nor a Minister to Sarcastic Eileens. I am a Mostly Sympathetic Elder. I take time to listen to people and (mostly) sympathise with them. Sometimes in a wig and my "old person trousers" if they seem to be over 40. To make me seem elder, you understand. Sometimes I don bunches of dark purple berries, particularly for the more confused or pedantic.
And I give what time I can to the Community. But it never seems to be enough. It is hard enough that I struggle with feelings of guilt about the commitment I can provide, but when the Archdruid creates me for my lack of time management, sometimes I wonder if I am appreciated at all.
Except by Young Keith, of course.
Set them up, please landlord: it's my round again.
