Monday, Monday
May 23, 2011
It’s late May and, thank the stars, we’re just beginning to feel the real heat here in Phoenix. By the end of the week we’ll be at about 105 degrees, and my long, leisurely morning and evening walks with Henry will be just a memory for awhile. We’ll still walk, of course, but until ’round about late October, out of necessity rather than joy. Sigh.
Since we made it through the faux apocalypse, we’re back to the grindstone of seeking gainful employment. And grindstone it is. I’ve been working hard to keep my spirits up in the face of this soul-numbing quest for work. But Mondays are tough. Still, what is there to do but get up, get out of bed and soldier on?
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