It wasn’t for a shutdown, it was for shoulder surgery. I go back next week, eight weeks to the the day that I have been off. I do have restrictions, but work needs guys in the field, so I’m going back at full pay rate (it’s legal in Texas to pay someone less who has restrictions). I didn’t get a dime of pay while off, either short term disability or worker’s compensation, but this is not a rant. I’m glad that I’ll be making money again. There are lots of things I want to do. Everything was put on hold. I found out what quarantine was like; forgetting what day it is. Even staying up late, then later, and later. It’s weird to find yourself going to bed at 8am. The one constructive thing I did was walk...a lot. A neighbor lady invited me to walk with her and we go 4.5 miles every morning. Nothing else going on, just a nice lady, who is old enough to be my mom...and I’m 51. I’ve taken off 16 pounds and I’ll keep going. My goal is to get down to what I weighed in the Army.
Enough rambling. Things are looking up.
Enough rambling. Things are looking up.