I'm not a Workaholic, I can stop when I want to...

Yeahhhh.. *cough*
In contemplating that title thought, I would think most workaholics do so because p'raps they.... like to work ? Or are at least containing some inner drive that is along the lines of a compulsion. Anyways, I have neither to my knowledge, and yet here I am on day *ponders* eleven, yes of my "work every day in a row till you fall over dead or go on a tri-state crime spree from madness" binge. Yesterday was a 10 hour marathon, and no less in the pouring (and cold) rain. Well seeing as it's been a drout for the last few months, I wasn't really prepared and brought none of my assorted drover style coats.. Well, even if it was gonna rain I wasn't expecting it to be cold. We're in summer ? here ?
Hmmm I'm sounding sooo winey aren't I ? *virtual self-slap* Alright, I'm out of the self pity mode, and am greatful there's not some roaring bush fire running through the area. Was strange though yesterday. Every paddock I went to the animals were acting odd. Like if there was a tremendous earthquake somewhere in the world within 24 hours of yesterday at like 9 a.m. I wouldn't be in the least bit suprised. P'raps it was the rain, but even the cattle were odd, and naught but impending disaster usually bothers them. The horses though were flinging about, snorting, twisting in the air while kicking at nothin'. And not one....or two... I mean out of all the paddocks, like...hmmm 30 ??? Very odd indeed. So.... to say the least I was paying very careful attention to EVERYTHING yesterday, just to be sure I didn't cop a fatal blow to the head. A friend of mine did.. Great man. Jeff. He was a vet with tremendous horse sense. He was the sort of man who many would call saintly. Always there for folks..always. I didn't know just how popular he was till the funeral. I showed up, and there was a 2 hour long line to get in ! I'm in this winding line that traversed it'self several times like an amusement park ride line. Many times I'd pass people I knew, and knew well, but never knew there was a correlation between them and Jeff. Everyone had a story about him, and they unloaded in heaps. So many tears, it was a phenominal outpouring. Took me a couple days to recover from the energy applied there. Anyways, I miss him still...his smile. He keeps me focussed when around horses. I can hear him whispering in my ear sometimes "Hey keep your wits about you in here"...or "Turn around !". It's saved my butt a time or two I guess. Never lets me get slack or too comfortable to get complacent. I Knew another vet, Julie K who copped a hoof right in the face. She did alright after the concussion subsided though. Doesn't remember the event. Welpers... enough rambling for now.. Guess what ?? I gotta get to work...*L*