If You Keep Repeating It in Never Say Never

My dad compared my intermittent cries of "They could shut this thing down any day" to those of junkman Fred Sanford.

Well, I'm coming to join you, Elizabeth -- in the unemployment line.

The gravy train is pulling into the station. Details to come later this week. I don't know the exact why or specific when or if I am part of the drawdown crew.

I do know that after a day of hysterical laughter, I slept only a little and dreamed of wearing the wrong thing to high school and woke up with a heartache.

I will try to not be sad or fearful today, but rather more grateful than ever for the last nine years at a job that I never took for granted. I think to be excited for the future is too much to ask. At least for today.