Thanks for bringing this up. It cheers me up to read it. I have wanted to retitle it, trim it some and send the pruned version in to a mag, but the possibility is so much easier to live with than the rejection. Anyway, now I have to wait for everybody to forget about it before digging it up again. :D
I haven't been writing, haven't done anything to write about. Can't get leave time at work, for doctors or anything, and they have started making me work my days off, so it is six days a week instead of having every other Saturday off. My dad is ninety, and Sunday is when I take care of bills and light maintenance at his house. I am going AWOL tomorrow so that I can accompany my dad to an appointment with a lawyer. I am hoping that if I work the morning for free, they won't ream me too much for leaving the delivery to a sub.
I am a bit depressed. I used to be more depressed but I gave my thyroid a kick in the pants and that helped a lot. One side effect of my rebalanced thyroid is that my knees, which had been killing me, are behaving themselves and playing nice now. Go figure.
This too shall pass. Either management will change, or I will get the yell out of the Post Office, maybe I will win the lottery.
Do you really have to buy tickets for that?
Anyway, once I feel somewhat like a free person, that eight-year-old girl inside me will drag me outside and we'll go exploring again, wide-eyed and wondering.
Killdeer