A blanket thanks to everyone who commented or messaged or Facebooked or Twittered (Tweeted? Twitted?) the past couple of days.
Ray is doing OK — he’s still not entirely sure what to do with himself all day long, but that’s probably to be expected. On the flip side, he’s giving serious thought to going to school full time this spring semester since he’s pretty close to being able to claim an Associate’s degree–were it not for the fact that two of the classes he has left to take have to be done in sequence, he could knock it out this semester, but even so he can probably have it in hand after the first summer term. And we’ve done the budget, and things are going to be tight — no more frivolous purchases for a while, but we’re not going to be starving.
He hasn’t quite reached the anger stage yet — I am still expecting to come home one afternoon to find “Death to Dell” splashed on the wall in chocolate syrup. Seems only fair.
On the way in this morning, I was hearing news about the economic forecast — the recession is slowing down! Less jobs are being lost!
Is this supposed to be a consolation? Or am I just finally realizing how full of shit the media is? And by “Media” I mean “NPR,” since god knows I can’t watch CNN or any of the other major news outlets … and certainly not Fox. Yes, things are looking up. Unless you happen to be one of the seven million people who’ve lost their job since this mess started.
I blame the Bush administration. I don’t know why it’s their fault, but it just is. Makes me feel better. Also helps me forget my disillusionment with the Obama administration.
On another note. If you haven’t been following my 365 project, check it out. Yesterday’s photo garnered a lot of attention on Flickr, much to my surprise. The photos that seem to be popular are the ones that I’m putting the least thought into. What does that say about me? I wonder.
Anyway. It’s a cold weekend down here in Texas (it’s currently 24 F, -4 C), and I know we’re still likely better off than most everyone else. Hope you’re keeping warm!
P.S. And, no, I’m not talking about the game last night.





