Leaving for the weekend is saddening me. Surprisingly, right now, I just want to stay here, in this quaint, little old house with its antique furniture. I like allowing the days to roll over me and the clearness, the simpleness of my duties in this small town. I even love filling prescriptions. You would think someone who loves learning would be bummed by the mindless, repetitive nature of prescription filling, but sometimes, it feels like Christmas. Like a giant gift wrapping party. Of course, it's typically done by the technicians. Pharmacists don't get paid six figures to simply count pills.