This blog may be a little quiet for the next few weeks. I am Very Busy.
I have a new job.
Those who don't Facebook may be surprised to learn that I am working, more or less, for the Coroner.
I know, I know, it's gruesome work. But it's work. And at 45, after 10 years off an official payroll, and in the midst of the worst employment crisis since the 1980s, I'm grateful to get it. I'm also astonished. Fancy getting employed now, when everyone I know is either losing their jobs or at the very least finding themselves suddenly mighty insecure about their income stream. This may help solve the debt problem I have acquired in the move to New House, since said debt problem stubbornly refuses to solve itself.
I may talk about the work here, generically (I can't specifically for legal reasons, lucky for you), if you have the stomach for it. I may not. I may need to vent a little. It's Very Confronting Work, that's going to take me some time to get used to. On the other hand, I may reserve this corner of my life for lovely things - things that make me happy and remind me why we bother living at all.
We shall see. I'd be curious to know how readers would feel about this blog taking on the subject of death on a regular basis. It's a far cry from craft and jam, but I did acquire quite a number of dedicated readers after the suicide posts, so perhaps you're a tougher lot than I'm giving you credit for.
Anyway please bear with me while I adjust.
Feel free to write your zombie jokes now, to get them out of your system. You may as well, as everyone else in my life has, without a single exception. Let's see if you can come up with a death joke that my immediate family hasn't already thought of.
Zombie front, originally uploaded by chaosfish1.
Ten bucks says you can't. Those bastards are giving me HELL.
