As a vision of hope dwindles, we've been told in quarter number two that furlough number two is in the passenger seat. So, April, May and June must have five days away with no pay. This feels like same old song, same old verse and the same old tired tune.
But maybe something good will come of this. A- at least I have a job, B- at least I have my house and C- at least I have my family.
In a few minutes, when I get off work, I'm heading home to gather my family (well, Meg and MB) and we're heading 34 miles down the Natchez Trace to Rocky Springs to go camping. We were going to go this weekend, but some things didn't pan out properly, so we're going tonight (I'm off tomorrow due to what I thought was my last furlough day. I thought wrong).
So, I'll keep you up to date and maybe even have pictures. This is going to be interesting. Hope we survive.
(If you noticed my "title" is the date, for some reason I can't get the date to show up where it's supposed to. Oh well. Fixed that problem . . . . sort of).
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