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I lost my really great paying day job just over a week ago. My position was cut--a 'business decision.' Oh well. I did not have an emotional attachment to the thing. It was a job. I can not help wondering why everyone else is more concerned about my losing my job than I am. Should I be gasping for air when I wake up in the morning and realize that I do not have a job? Nah. Maybe I am being naive. Maybe I will panic when money runs thin. Not right now though. I am a professional hobbyist. I am learning to play the accordion. I have a vintage motorcycle to rebuild. And I have my art. This is one of the few golden opportunities in life when I can try to do what I want--illustration.

Previous Day's Business • Cleaned house all day