April has been a good month, thus far.
My gall bladder surgery last Tuesday went swimmingly; I checked in the hospital at 9 a.m. and was home by 2 p.m. Aside from a little bruising around my laproscopic incisions and some trapped air, I haven't had any problems.
I have had a few job nibbles, but nothing worth mentioning specifically. Money is a concern -- especially since I would like to remain a home owner -- but I'm scraping by okay. My advice to you to keep your job; this economy sucks and I fear it's going to get a lot worse.
The best news of the month? I've finally got a car! Some of you may remember that my old Prizm was stolen in late February, three weeks after I was shitcanned from my job and a week after Josie and I decided to split up (that was a shitty month). Well, I took possession of my great uncle Norb's old Crown Vic yesterday. It's an '87 with 167,000 miles on it, but it is clean and fires right off the line. I'd like to think that Norb would want me to buy it; he was a good man who always took an interest in my education and gave me books and magazines to read.
Josie has been a big help and I think we're getting to a good place relationship-wise. Reconciliation is not terribly likely, but I am relieved that we split before we out-and-out hated each other.
I feel better now than I have in a few years.