small lowercase squee

My job is...well...a job. We have two children in college so having a job is good, right? And remember I was out of the work force from 1988 to 2005 so I basically started over at age 42.

I would love nothing more than to go into the shenanigans of my crazy ass boss; but I've heard that people have lost jobs over that shit so I will say just this: It is very, very, very difficult for me to work for a person I don't have a lot of respect for.

Yesterday the personnel committee met. They gave me a 10% raise. I guess I'll see if that makes it any easier.

S.A.D.

My heart hurts.

My throat aches as though I swallowed something much too big.

My stomach feels like the too big something has lodged there heavy, unmoving, weighted.

Tears sting, unbidden, behind my eyelids




for no reason that anyone can see. Not even me.

Wordless Wednesday

The weather outside is frightful

Inside looks more delightful

Behold.....Paco!