I was all things to all people last week. Mummy to Brin the Boxer, corn feeder to the hens, Dad's manager, Mr B's soother, a friend, tweeter and blogger. Over the weekend, I was also the wood weasel and the electric fence weasel. That means I had to sit on the ground passing things to Mr B while he did important garden chores.
This morning I was hedgehog rescuer. I don't mind rescuing hedgehogs, except that this little fellow had walked into the anti-fox electric hen-fence and it was shorting out through his body in pulses. I could see his body twitching with each pulse. I held a towel over his body and moved him back into the woods. He is fine, just a bit *shocked*.
I do have to laugh at the jobs I do in a day, in between my real job. Who would have thought that having a PhD in molecular biology would lead to such a varied work-life? So when work gets tedious, I know that I can jump up and go for a walk, or feed the chickens, or plant the bulbs, or dig up the veggie patch. Or just sit and watch the birds, or photograph the flowers.
I'm not complaining, quite the contrary. I'm tired when my head hits the pillow at night, but that's happy tired. Tired from having made a difference, tired from having made progress, tired from having made friends, tired from doing the things I love.