Closer

Closer to a blogiversary and closer to a birthday and closer to some folks I didn't really get to meet all that much but had significant pull in bringing to this crazy town called Seattle.

Closer to figuring out what I want to do in life.

Closer to him (not Him...I need to get back to that house, but to him, the one over in the bedroom napping).

Closer to Friday.

Closer to closure.

Closer to getting the mojo back to scrap a thing or two.

Closer to letting it go and having fun with the important stuff again.

Closer to making it official.

Closer to going back to El Paso.

Closer to getting a shipment that should have done been here by now.

Closer to being scared to death over this economy and the tsunami to come (yes, I'm married to a finance geek if you didn't know that by now).

Lesson for the day courtesy of my often smarter half (or continued learning):

A recession is when your neighbor loses his job (WAMU is laying off close to 2000 folks in Seattle so lots of folks will understand that).

A depression is when you lose your job (technically, it would have been had it not been for the fact that I'm married to an analytical finance geek who is a networking dynamo and got to getting when he freaked that he wouldn't be able to provide for the little woman. Moreso when he realized yeah it would be fun to have a sugar mama, but it is usually more fun when said mama has sugar to give. I do work for a non-profit after all).

Back when the feds were all everything is rosey, I was a "sky is falling" crazy chic trying to convince everyone we were in a recession. I'm not going to break out the d word yet. Not until next week at least. I'll keep you posted on the status of our employment.