Welcome to week five.....

....with week four being classified in several ways.

FAST! Easily the quickest of the four weeks since "the day".

FRUSTRATING! You get tired of signing up with job search engines, one, then another, then another.....

FRAGILE.....but only to a point. Wednesday was the first day I gave myself the day off and just slept.

Today (Sunday) though, I just couldn't pull myself out of bed (except to eat) until 9pm tonight. So I missed church and a chance to do something fun. :(

I guess this was the first of "those days", which I've had for years.

"Those days" mean spending all day in bed. Sometimes it's physical, sometimes it's because of depression, some days, it's both. Today was pretty much physical. If these days could limit themselves to only one per month, that would be a HUGE improvement over what life has been like. :)

I couldn't bring myself to read today's Classified ads in the paper; so I'll do that Monday and resume the search then, as well.

I do have a unique opportunity this year to do what I've wanted to do for years, and that is send out Christmas/Holiday cards to everyone I want to. At least I can't blame "lack of time" this season! I look forward to connecting, if only via card or letter, with either those I haven't seen for awhile, or those I no longer can see.

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I haven't mentioned my first trip back to the stations....it was Friday PM (pick up the check time!), and since Bonnie worked all day long and couldn't go, it was left to me. So, Rachel was wonderful enough to go in the building and ask for the person who had the goodies (I emailed her to say we were coming by), and out comes Rachel with the former co-worker and an envelope. I talked with her, waved at another co-worker, and shook the hand of a third, never having to leave the van.

I'm thankful wifey has been kind and dealt with everything so far that has required someone to go to the building, so I haven't had to.

Rachel was so cute Friday. On the way to the stations, she looked up at the towers and said, "Daddy, even though you don't work there anymore, they're still your towers."

I smiled. She's right. Rachel will have some really fond memories of being there with me, and that is not just a source of solace, it's a source of great joy for me, both now and the final day I live.