Why am I not rational?

As I type, my tummy is tying itself in knots.  Why?  Because in a little while I will be heading off to do a shift at Lifeline.  Something I have done for well over ten years.  And despite this, every time the anxiety levels rise.  I have rationalised it by telling myself that if it didn't happen I would be getting blase and should leave, but nonetheless .... And this is despite the fact that I find it incredibly rewarding and endlessly interesting.  Over the years I have spoken to some amazing and aweinspiring people.  Like the woman who rings from time to time who makes my facee hurt because I have been smiling so broadly.  And others who are facing things that would have me velcroed to the carpet under my bed.  The sexual fantasy callers are another matter - LL is cheaper than the dedicated sex lines - but they get short shrift.

So I will turn my mind to more soothing things.  Our tomatoes are finally ripening.  And we have picked a myriad of cherry tomatoes, a couple of  'Bragger' (new to us but yummy) and some black russians.  The climbing spinach,  the basil (three types), and the other herbs are thriving.  A good year.

And yesterday, in addition to the king parrots we were visited by corellas (two types), sparrows, wattle-birds, cockies, galahs, rosellas, currawongs and a magenpie.  Wonderful.  A surprising number of them like apple, but they much prefer green ones so they are a fixture on the shopping list.  

Enough waffle.  I should gird my loins.