sighs and prepositions

Jeff's blog made me sad today:
http://yousaidyoudbakeusacake.blogspot.com/2006/03/beyond.html

Not sad in a hopeless way, just sentimental and reminiscent. I can remember what it was like having the luxury of caring whether the people I worked with were fantastic and interesting. Not that I don't care now - but I'm not allowed (self-imposed restriction really) to make that a deciding factor. It doesn't matter whether I could be doing something cooler, or more gratifying, or working with people who boost my sense of self-worth. I'm stuck where I am for now. Nobody is sticking me here but myself, still I am doing it for my family...Mr. Renn and baby on the way. Definitely not working the desk job for myself.

I have approximately 80 work days left and have worked almost 520. It seems like that should be a whole lot more than 87% finished.

What am I going to do with myself when I'm not here all day? Well, duh, I know what I'll be doing, but I haven't got an adequate imagination to envision what it's going to be like.

So many changes, so fast and all at once, and all I can do is sit still and wait for it all to hit me like a freight train.

I have to justify this potentially whiny post by saying I feel worse for Tracy than I do for myself.
http://allmyredheadsrock.blogspot.com/2006/03/ha-ha-haha-hahahahahahhaaa.html