When I got up this morning I was feeling sorry for myself. A thought entered my mind and quickly left. I can't even think to tell you what it was but it was a doozie. The idea behind it was that I didn't really want to go to work. How could I when I have learned that I am not rehired next year? I keep wanting to wail about how unfair this is- the principal was negligent in transferring my tenure from Maury County, the special education supervisor observed me on my lunch break for my eval, etc. But you know what? I really don't care any more. I feel sure that something will come my way and everything will be okay. A part of me wants to obsess over what that something might be but I quickly get that out of my mind. I have other things to worry about.

Mom's financial situation has been taken care of. She can rest easy now. I fudged on some of my own bills and helped the payee take care of her Medicaid Waiver co-pay. She's actually ahead for the first time. Now if the bank will just go on and foreclose on the house.

Barry and I go to look at the place in Lebanon tomorrow. The manager is a notary. If we sign anything, it's a done deal. I'm happy for him and scared at the same time.

Bankruptcy is done. I've written a courtesy letter to Joey and his dad. It was the very least I could do.

Just now the words to a Ray Stevens song popped in my head. I couldn't find the lyrics online. But I hear, "I wake up in the morning 'fore the crack of dawn, jump into my sweats and I'm gone. Joggin'. I got joggin' on the brain...." It sounds like that old rat race we fun called life.

I don't know. That sounds so negative and I choose to be more positive. So, I quote Julian of Norwich, "All is well and all shall be well."