I badly need a listener, and it's not going to be Bob. I can see that I'm not going to make it if I don't soon have a warm body in this house to listen. There's just times you need to talk knowing what you say will not be repeated. I feel pretty sure over the next four years I can easily talk the ears off a bloodhound and the world will never know the things I said.
I think I've found my calling for volunteer service, I just live too far away to make it happen. The Oregon Zoo uses volunteers to walk their elderly African pigmy goats. I think I would enjoy walking old goats.