May 2nd, 2002

A Pocket Full of Murder

Perfect Union

Hallelujah, praise the Lord, o frabjous day, etc.! My husband's union has finally reached a tentative settlement with the provincial government. They still have to vote on the contract offer, but it seems likely that they will take it -- after eight weeks on strike a lot of the workers are getting to the end of their financial rope, so they can hardly afford to turn any half-decent offer down.

Oh, it will be so nice to have Hubby home again every evening, instead of gone for four or five days at a time... especially now that I'm getting achy and cumbersome. (Lovely word, that -- "cumbersome". It sounds almost cozy. I wish it were.)