Humberto

Wow. Go to bed knowing that it's going to be a rainy, miserable day going to work the next day due to a tropical storm...get a call the next morning from your supervisor saying not to report for work because of Hurricane Humberto! What a nice(?) surprise! (Having stayed around for Hurricane Rita, I know that this will be a "minor" hurricane, so I can say this.) Okay....

So, anyway, I really love LOVE stormy, rainy, days. I like them best if I can sit at home and enjoy them, though, so this is almost too good to be true. Is that weird?

No verdict yet on whether husband is screwing up or not. He calls in often enough, and doesn't sound messed up. But he's still put what I consider way too much on the credit card--some of it as cash advances.

I have decided to put it out of my mind, for now. I have to--for my own sanity. I have too much going on at work myself to be distracted and preoccupied with whether he is doing what he is supposed to or not. He will either pass or fail, and then I'll know and can take the appropriate action. Right?

I think I will go out on the deck and watch the storm, now. And then maybe I will take a nap...

Arrivederci!