I’m getting daily reports on the strike from home, plus what I see on the news. (Here in the Ivory Tower it really hasn’t impacted our lives to the extent that it has in the real world.)
Kell admits to enjoying the extra hours she spends with Coney, although even when she’s working she makes time to focus on her. She’s required to walk the picket line for four hours, and the rest of the day belongs to family life. That includes Dad’s footrubs; there’s something to be said for being married to the son of a Physical Therapist.
My brain just generated the mental image of Gran giving Kell a footrub. Out! Out, I say!
As I mentioned before, the settlement we got from the motel that chased Dad into the Wild has sustained us financially. Other predators aren’t so lucky, of course, and hunger is becoming a factor. This strike can’t possibly last much longer. At this point, there won’t be a winner...It’s who is going to lose the most.
