Starting tomorrow, I'm going back into writing full-swing from the lefty side of the plate. It's been a week since I've really had any time to myself, and I can't wait.
On another note, Jim got laid off on Friday. He and another guy from his work were "downsized," and told to get out by 2:30. He came home with his things in a bag and we stood in the yet-unfinished kitchen wondering how in the world we could pay our mortgage, how we could sell a townhome in a "buyer's market," and what comes next. And yet, he looked younger as he struggled with the realization that we were suddenly both unemployed. The past two years at his job had aged him, and I was relieved we were done with it for good. As the Buddhists say, in death, there is rebirth. As Maria says in the Sound of Music, "when the Good Lord closes a door, somewhere he opens a window." I, for one, am excited.
Better yet, today he got a call from the Navy Reserves saying they'd like him to go on Active Duty for 90 days. Bottom line: We will have medical insurance, a paycheck, and three months to find new jobs, a buyer/renter, and a new place to live. It's like a three-month warning.