Who knew geriatrics were were such a hot commodity on the black market?
Considering how my blog rarely changes in terms of design [once in a blue moon I'll try and new layout or add a photo on the side], I doubt most people are scrutinizing what appears on the main page. If you aren’t one of those conscientious sleuths then you probably didn’t notice I removed my Feedjit [location tracker]. The problems far outweighed the benefits. First and foremost, some locations simply did not show up and I knew they were visiting. Do you know what that does to my OCD?! Next, I didn’t like the limited availability of the archive features. Then, it made me paranoid because I was completely convinced that the IP address that visits from Memphis 39453954039535945394543593454353 times an hour was Stalker Boy. Finally, I never understood why I got certain information from some visitors but not others. So I simply did away with it all. Numbers are more interesting to me than geographic locations for the purposes of Cocktails With Hemingway– though I certainly always encourage you to say hello and introduce yourself, especially if you are an international fan.
My maternity leave begins on February 16th. I get four weeks of paid l time and up to eight weeks additional, unpaid. Of course I look forward to cherishing the first few weeks of my daughter’s life with her at home….but the idea of not going to work for three months is enough to drive me insane. And besides, Easter falls on April 8th this year. Christmas and Easter are crucial times for the growth and outreach of our church and it’s of the utmost importance to me that I’m there to help during those chaotic yet exhilarating periods. Wouldn’t it be nice if you could get a paycheck for motherhood all the time though, whether or not you were employed outside of the home? 
I can’t even think about tomorrow. My stomach’s in knots and I’m a nervous wreck, though I’ve done a fairly good job of keeping a smile on my face and going about ‘business as usual’ [at least on the surface]. Unlike the initial phases of this ordeal there is no preparation involved. False allegations were refuted with verifiable proof, countless character references were assembled [I'll never be able to thank you all enough], and I made a list of my grievances. Those things were completed long ago. Beyond that, what can I do? The prospect of being ‘cross examined’ doesn’t phase me. Why should it when I’m being completely truthful, have nothing to hide, and diligently followed all that was requested? Above all I’m drained and ready for this to be OVER.
With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,
Sloane
