Good news: I’m basically healthy!*
Better news: now that I’m not wasting away in my deathbed, Husband and I are finally able to have some of those deep, meaningful conversations I know you’ve been missing.
You don’t know me.
I don’t mean that like
Getting better, no thanks to the sudden snow dump. And hey, I learned something new: coughing causes your heart to pump, so if you get your BP taken while you’re having a coughing fit, the machine declares you in danger of stroke because you’ll read a perilous 183/102.
So here’s the thing: JTL believes – because apparently lawyers are still allowed to be optimists? Who knew? – that the simplest thing will be for him to write a sternly worded letter to The Company, listing the hella illegal things they did and reminding them that the easy way out of this mess is to rehire Husband. So that’s our first step.
I know you want updates after last week’s cliffhanger, and I want to give them to you! Things on the legal front are progressing in what I assume is the usual fashion for such matters: slowly. (Legal professionals, back me up here)
Things on the financial front are… have you ever seen a mammal that is not biologically designed to swim try to do so? They don’t drown – at least, not right away – but there’s a lot of scrabbling around and desperate gasping and wide eyes looking for a magical escape route. That’s me, but on the inside. On the outside, things are fine, thankyouforasking.
So a funny thing happened on Friday…