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Changing times....

Change bring stress. People don't take change well and the mental inerta that resists the change produces turmoil. I have found myself no different. My initial response to the new duties has been somewhat negative. I think this might be due to the additional revelations and worries that my life has inflicted of late. But the reality is that this change is inevitable. I will not have the cushy job I started with but it might work out ok. I should keep my eyes and ears open in any event. The thing I don't want to lose right now is my abundant off time. Although working till midnight is a bit long, I have mornings off and every other week off. That is hard to beat. I can't adjust the days off as much as I'd like but hey...

We heard that Uncle Jean probably has PE's in both lungs. No wonder he can't breathe. I am concerned for him. I should probably get up to see him soon. Maybe we can wait till Monday. I sent Joe an email just to keep him informed. He has really hit a low point in the past couple of days.

Bev got out and rode with me this morning despite her sore throat! Imagine that. We will probably do the same in the morning. Eric has a big ride planned leaving Vicious around 8:30. We can do a portion of the ride and come back early. I doubt Bev would be up for more than a 30 miler. That would take around 2 hrs and get us back in time for lunch.

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