Well, BFT, we loves ya. Some people have to know who else needs them besides themselves. I'm like that. It gets confusing because I end up losing myself in the process, then need to sit back and pull the ends in together to remember that's a big part of who I am, the people who love me/need me. For instance, there's this job we've been slowly finishing all winter. We're changing windows and doors, for goodness sake. It shouldn't take forever. This, on the tail end of rain damage renovation from an alcoholic roofer. The family went different directions moving out for a while, kids 20, 21 quickly losing track of their stroke handicapped father, except to drop in once or twice a week. We make sure we do at least half a day several times a week. lol But I see him getting out of bed. I see him taking showers. I see him smiling again. I'm getting old, my kids have left and I can't do even half what I used to do. But it makes me happy that I am still being led to places where being there makes a difference to someone's life--mine included. But I have to take stock occasionally when I begin to feel like a pauper. Money is necessary, not the thing that makes me happy.