I slept until 9:30 and then made peach butter using the recipe from the Dillard House (an amazing Southern cooking place just over the border in Dillard, Ga.), went shopping for a few things (socks, trail mix) I'll need for tomorrow's hike up Mt. LeConte and I found a last year's model Nikon Cool Pix that I picked up for a song. I can't haul the SLR and lenses, etc. up the mountain, so I'll rely on this little point-and-shoot. 10 megapixels and $100 cheaper than this year's 12 megapixel models. And it fits in my pocket and uses AA batteries. I'm so excited.
Rob's making trout and grits for dinner and I'm relaxing with a beer (Highland Gaelic).
Danny thinks I've been railroaded out of a job, and I'm trying to make him understand this is a decision I made.
I was not thrown under the bus. No one has done me wrong. The people at the Citizen-Times were amazingly strong, kind and supportive of me after Mike died. They helped me hold myself together, comforted me when I didn't think that was possible and made me laugh when I didn't know I could. Sometimes, people cried with me at the injustice of Mike's death and the emptiness I'm left with.
My colleagues bought T-shirts and car magnets from me and let me know they were by my side no matter what.
I consider Randy Hammer and Phil Fernandez to be friends, along with the rest of the staff of the paper. In fact, I can't think of anyone there I don't like. No one there has done me wrong.
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