When I got home unexpectedly late, I of course apologized again for having worried her, etc.
She doesn't tend to have the right view of my job -- sometimes it's very similar to being a fireman -- if there's a fire, you go, and it takes the time and effort it takes -- and the loved one has to wonder, worry, and hope....
No, she wants more normalcy than I'm likely to give her job-wise. Well, can't be helped.
Anyway, shortly after I came downstairs to make my supper, she appeared and said, "Do you realize that in a little more than 12 hours, you'll be up and headed right back to work? "
Me, "Sometimes that happens".
M, "Well, what kind of a life is that??!!"
Well, it's the life I lead. And, mostly work-wise, I like it and I do it really really well.
It's a shame she doesn't understand and honor me more for it.
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