Hi everyone.

Well, tomorrow my husband moves out of the house, and it isn't because he wants to.

Last April he was laid off at age 62. Neither of us could believe it. He'd worked for this company in a senior position for over 12 years.

This isn't the first time he's been out of work, but in the past--at a younger age--finding a new job was only a matter of a few weeks. Not so this time. Potential employers see that 1946 birthdate and wonder how long he'll hang around. Or they offer an interview, take one look at his gray hair and pass. Many companies didn't have the courtesy to send a letter or even an e-mail saying thank you before rejecting his resume, which incidentally, is impressive. And for the record, as long as WH (wonderful hubby) is breathing, he'll work. He loves his profession.

But because he's good at what he does, he finally found a job working for a company who contracts out engineers to the government. As of now, he's working on a 2 year contract located in Gainesville, Florida, a 4-1/2 hour drive away. He'll come home every other weekend.

This isn't the first time we've been separated due to a job change, but it is the first time I've had to endure being alone. In the past, I always had my sons to occupy my time and energy. Now, I have two dogs, Lucky and Liza, who sleep 90% of the time. I just hope I don't get used to being on my own. Two years is a hell of a long time.

Maybe I'll write a couple of new books. Heaven only knows I'll have the time.

Thanks for listening. Until next time.

Suzanne