Well, Knock Me Over With a Feather

Although my horoscope has been telling me for months that things are getting better (not so's I've noticed), today, it was actually RIGHT ON THE BUTTON.

The current planetary configuration promises success. One small bit of news will give you a taste of the good times that lie ahead.

After only EIGHT months (as opposed to the usual 2 years), the military has agreed that I'm no longer good to them and approved my medical release. Of course, there's still a good four or five months before the paperwork is done but soon! soon!, people, I may actually be able to apply for some sort of benefit and GET IT for the first time since I was injured.

24 months ago.

Although, I am a bit skeptical about the "good times", unless it means that from now on, instead of bad news at every possible juncture, there will be only good.

And THAT, my friends, is a concept that requires me to go lay down.

Comments

[Nicole]

"One small bit of news will give you a taste of the good times that lie ahead." Sounds like eating waffles with strawberries and whip cream to me.

But that is good news. Even though the paperwork will take ages to process. It's a step in the right direction.

[Saltation]

goodonyamate

[Jennifer]

Hey, these days, we all need to take the good news where we can get it. Is that a light, perhaps, glowing in the nether regions of the proverbial tunnel? A girl can hope. ;-)

[Saltation]

light, in the proverbial tunnel in your nether regions?

the sun now shines out of your arse!

[TheCapitanofThisBoat]

ah, trust you, Sal.