Finally, something broke our way.
My wife was offered a job yesterday and she took it. That’s
great news.
What does this have to recovery? Well, tangentially quite a
lot. If things work out well for her we can do some house upgrades, stash some
money away and pay down some bills so that when/if we do want to move we can
make this work much easier.
You know how if you want to do something and it goes pretty
easy, it’s as if it was meant to be? Trying to sell our house this time wasn’t
like that. Maybe it just wasn’t time yet. In any event having a bit of cash put
aside will help.
I think I’ve put my finger on fatigue issue. It’s got four
legs, weighs about 13 pounds and is restless all night. I’d like to put more
than a finger on it too. Coco my little pain in the ass Yorkie is a bed hog
bully. She comes in all cuddly and slowly nudges me off the bed or kicks with
her little feet that feel like four tony high-heeled shoes jabbing you in the side.
Up and down. Up and down -- all nightlong. If the cancer doesn’t kill me; she
will.
Oh well off to work.
Bill
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