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Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Tuesday the 24th of February
Just some nonsensical blogging-
AS I have stated before, it looked like my income while on Workman's Comp was being messed with by the powers that be. As I should have expected, our union contract (SEIU) allowed them to cut my pay after 180 days.
What this means to my Tigress and myself is we will have to figure out how to get by on a 60% reduction in my pay. This is a significant amount to be reduced by and I am well aware that it may make things very tight for a while.
I am thankful that my Tigress has a job so we won't be starving but it may mean I will have to revert back to dial-up. Gah, I hate that thought. I have always kept NetZero as a backup provider since Comcast doesn't provide a dial-up alternate when their system is down. This means we might have to get a new phone service because our phone is through Comcast too. Just another thing to have to deal with.
Since I will be on dial-up, this might mean I will have less time to hang out on forums and such. I will have continued access to my email so that doesn't change that aspect. Aslaug, if you read this, don't worry. I will still be able to communicate with you.
So, on to the other things-
Today I received an email that stated the Old Gray Raccoon was shutting down the PlanetFurry forum for the Bookshelf. For those that inhabit PlanetFurry, this was kind of a shock. Especially since he left no reason why. I went to the forum he indicated he would be inhabiting, signed up and then found out I couldn't read or post into any forum! Weird!
I just hope every thing's OK at his place.
...and now for my muse ... (grr!)
I have exactly 5 stories right now that have hit a stone wall. I hope this isn't a burnout but it may just be. I just can't find the motivation to keep writing at this point. I know where I want all of these stories to go but when I try to write, it looks like a three year old is in control of my hands. Just straight garbage. Not worthy of publishing. Just pure barf.
I have the sneaking suspicion that it's related to being cooped up in the house with a back that's too bad to enjoy anything that I find enjoyable. That means no horseback riding, mountain biking, hiking ... you get the idea. Even one hour in a car is enough to put me in bed the next day. You don't know how bad I want to just go out and do something, regardless to how bad I will be hurting the next day.
The back, the $$$ situation, the writer's block ... it's all conspiring to put the hurt on the old warhorse. I've already caught myself being snippy with my wife, which isn't right. I apologized to her and she said she understood but again, it's just not right. What I need is for something, anything to start going my way.
Hopefully, things will get better. If not, I'm not sure how I will cope. It's getting tough.
Sorry to unload on all of my readers,
Kellan, the old warhorse