Yesterday at work they called everyone in for a meeting by going cube by cube, instead of the usual email, so we all knew something was up. Turns out they'd fired a couple of people and it was totally grim. Everyone filed out like we were going to the firing squad. Dang. It would have been me if I weren't so productive, because I was the last one in my pay class hired 4 years ago. All day it cast a pall over work. We would gather and then not be able to talk. Ugh.
Anyway, dodged that bullet. Today is another day, and I'm thankful to have a job and not be facing that nightmare. I went to therapy last night and told her something I've had as a secret for years. I don't know if it felt good or not, I can't tell yet. It's just that I'm ashamed.
But it's Tuesday, and it might rain, and my kids are healthy and I'm in love. So that's that.