Really, it does. Labor Day means a day off from radiation.
It's also the start of the county fair where I live. Will I go check it out, probably not. I used to spend lots of time at county fairs. Not for enjoyment, but showing livestock.
It's weird not doing anything on Labor Day. For 16 years, I worked every Labor Day. Then we moved. And last year at a new job, I was off for the holiday.
This year. I haven't worked. I applied for jobs. A bunch of jobs. Jobs I wasn't exactly happy about applying for. Jobs that I would have loved to have. Jobs I was overqualified for. I got a few interviews, but nobody hired me.
Then I was diagnosed with cancer.
And I stopped applying. Which is probably a good thing, considering the way my treatment schedule has been. I'm not sure I could work a job having to spend 2½ to 8 hours a day getting treatment.
But, like the hair falling out of my beard, it ain't no big thing.
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