My husband finally got a job. It's the one he really wanted, and he will be working from home again. Some travel, but mostly here in the DFW metroplex. YAY. Dual paycheck again!! I guess making the leap of faith by cutting all of his hair off was a turning point. :)
The other shoe dropped tonight. I've been fairly worried because one of my best friends in Huntsville told me a couple of weeks ago his mother (who is very much like my mother too) possibly had small cell cancer in her lungs (yes, she is a heavy smoker). They were to get the results back from the biopsy on Monday. I had talked to my friend several times last week and he was, understandably, very worried. He wasn't sleeping much. He also has Crohn's disease, which after many years of serious problems, had been under control for the last few years. I didn't hear from him Monday. Or Tuesday. Tonight, I called his house and his mom answered. He's in the hospital with ulcers and may lose yet more of his intestines due to problems. He let the stress get to him. Now, I'm not only worried for his mom but now I'm sick with worry for him.
It kind of puts a damper on the 'finally got a job' celebration.