Satisfaction

Bud and I are set to spend the night at a practically placed truck stop/campground just outside of the little town of Grass Range. He's been doing great considering... though I'm taking more breaks than before cause he looks to be tiring faster, but I'm pretty sure that one of his meds is speeding up his breathing, making it more difficult to go long period.

A group of contracted workers pull out--I think they're heading for Sydney to begin a new job-and I find myself thinking about some of the similar kinds of piece work I've done, and for a moment I actually feel jealous. But then, as Coldplay's Viva La Vida begins to play in the tent, I realize that I'm doing exactly what I want to do, and from what people keep telling me, what others only wish they could do.

So, when discontentment starts to rear its head and you begin to think that the grass is greener on the other side, stop and take a closer look. In reality, it's probably just AstroTurf.