That's how this week has been. And apparently that's how it's gonna be. Today, we received the 4-week notice that one of three people with my classification at work will probably be laid off. It's very likely to be me, which is quite. a. shock.
I don't feel done yet. I have projects - long term projects that need to be finished. Who will do that work?
I am fighting the urge to call in sick tomorrow. But it is very hard to whip myself up for another day within those somber walls. Sixty positions are threatened...Sixty.
Two things are keeping me afloat here. First, I've been going through the photos from last weekend and remembering the lovely, quiet, relaxing time Mr. Celia and I had. We went up the coast to Elk and stayed in a funky little cottage.
It was full of bad 1970s art. Really fonkay bad art. But that's ok, because it was all about the view.
Nothing between us and the ocean.
Or the sunset.
There was a lot of this.
And this
and this
We ate here on Saturday evening.
Harbor House Inn. Very intimate. Good music. Very delicious. Nice view from our table.
Highly recommended.
Are you starting to feel better now? I know I am. There's more photos to show, but I think it's time to take a bath and go to bed.
But before I do, the second thing: The Boyo is winging his way home for a visit tomorrow. I pick him up in the afternoon. We get to have him until late September.
