Darn, talk about a tempest in a teapot!
It warmed up nicely for the church’s Easter egg hunt. The Scouts were helping/recruiting. After lunch, I need to go to Walmart for the bell pepper and whatever else. Milk, I guess.
I don’t think I’m going to get to Slug until bedtime. However, I slept a little better than usual last night. Didn’t have Jake in the room, *and* he didn’t knock at the door. Maybe he slept with Bill.
Bill didn’t get the job he interviewed for, but he has another prospect.
Yes, some of the residents here are really pieces of work. I keep thinking this gal is off her meds or that she has been eating a diet consisting only of soy products. Either way, she’s something else.
So. The letters are ready to go, complete with no return address and no signature, and I’m calling for meeting to do away with the council here altogether. It isn’t needed. Zeke wants it, but I don’t. I can get the same results by eliminating the council as I can going through the work of trying to get the residents to agree to the agenda. This way, it’s out of everyone’s hands but the Big Boys.
And in a few minutes, I’m going to go out and sit with the calmly sane Charlie, who hasn’t wanted a resident council in the last five years. Me, too!
Then I will come in and either knit, crochet, work on my personal history, or go read, since I don’t have a TV in the bedroom. I just spend so much time in bed, thanks to CFIDS, that I really do need a TV in the bedroom, for those days when I just can’t get up.
I will keep Bill in my prayers, because sooner or later, he will get the job he wants. He just shouldn’t get discouraged by the amount of interviews, and that’s what I’ll pray for — the non-discouragement!