Sunday? who cares!

It's Sunday. Usually my Sunday goes something like this: Wake up at 6:00 a.m. or so, make coffee, wake husband to take the dogs for a walk and grab the newspaper out of the mailbox, read paper, work crossword puzzle, veg out, maybe bake something, take a nap, get the calendar posted for the week so everyone knows where to go each day, change the sheets, watch America's Funniest Videos and Extreme Home Makeover with my five year old and go to bed - early! This Sunday, though, is the same as the last fourteen days of my life. None of my usual Sunday stuff here! It's go to work, go to bed, go to work.

It's sounding as though this temporary job is nearing an end.....Tuesday, maybe?? I am ready to go home, but I know that the longer I'm here, the more money goes in the bank. I'm happy to have had the chance to make a few extra bucks.

Husband is getting cranky, though. I spoke with him tonight to give him a to-do list for the week. You know - what bills need to be paid, what report needs to be filed for the business, what the kids have going on this week, etc. Cranky, cranky, cranky. I really tried to do everything I could before I left and I think I did pretty damn good. Oh well, one of the good things about my hubby - he recovers quickly.

I spoke with my brother when I woke up this afternoon. He is feeling pretty good. Only one week left of chemo/radiation therapy. I'm praying that what he's had so far will have killed the cancer and he won't need any further treatment. He's been through hell with this yucky stuff.

Oh- saw a beaver outside of our "office" (trailer) last night. How cool. I'd never seen one live before. Also, on my way up here a few weeks back I saw a mama bear with two little cubs. I'm definitely in God's country.

Peace out,
Cammy