ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry BOMB

So I dropped the Bomb on Tuesday and packed it all in today, Friday. I get a week off (paid), that's good. I spent my whole industrial career there, so now I feel very confused, that's bad. We are covered by my old employers' insurance until my new one kicks in, that's good. It's through COBRA, that's not all bad, but I have no idea how much that will cost, so that's a little bad. I don't have to move or make big changes that will traumatize the kids or Bo's medical state, that's good. It requires a commute, that's bad. I have no gaps in employment, that's really really really good. I'm feeling very insecure from all this change, that's bad. Leaving was gonna happen, and I would be facing a change no matter what, so on the balance, this is all good. This kind of seismic change is terrifying considering the responsibilities I have towards Bo's health and wellness, and being this freaked-out can only be bad. But hopefully it's short-lived, and that's good. On the balance: it's all good. God is good.