There was a loud and steady knocking on my door about 10:30 but it wasn't the repair crew. It was a mail carrier with a certified letter and I recognized the purpose right away, as I had already received this ominous bundle sans special treatment Saturday. My employer indeed is reducing the work force and moving people around and in a month and a half I will be reporting to a location that instead of being, basically for me, a somnambulistic backwater one man operation a stretched two and a half miles from home to about six times the distance in a bustling secondary school.

I am trying to get a straight story about two years retirement credit form my general classification, that indeed it was approved or is about to be so. If this stands, I just may be turning away from nearly four decades of various grimy and political situations.

I heard that! There is a differentiation, but then sometimes I think furniture sprites mess with my mess.

I did check the regular box and the only item was a bill from my phone/internet provider. A zany Monday, the takers are out.