You'd have to be living under a rock to not know what's going on with the current federal government shutdown. National parks and museums are closed, 800,000 federal workers have been furloughed (sent home without pay) and millions of Americans are being seriously inconvenienced by Congress' complete lack of sense and compromise.
I could rant about this, and believe me, I had written an entire pissed-off diatribe in my head after I helped close down my office and drove back home this morning. You see, I'm one of those 800,000 federal workers and this week was my last week with the USDA before I start my new job on Monday. To leave my place of employment this way sucks. And the fact that I have to sit at home twiddling my thumbs and virtually watching my next paycheck steadily decrease while our elected officials sit around bickering with their heads up their asses is truly and utterly unfair.
I don't want to resort to anger, I've done enough of that already, and it's just not productive. But I'm pretty bummed out to say the least, and this hit to our finances couldn't come at a worse time while we plan to make our final move to Ohio this weekend.
I guess I'll look at the silver lining, which is the fact that I get to come to this place. With moving consuming our lives, my blog has very apparently taken a backseat.
So here I am, with a head swirling with ideas for upcoming blog posts and a heart asking for your prayers as Chuck and I try to navigate this difficult season in our life together.
This picture is not at all relevant...but my husband and baby nephew are beyond adorable.