Swearin'

I'm just returned from a swearing-in, which happens when a Sheriff begins his term of office.  No changes to my duty assignment, but I'm one of the worker bees, not residing in the rarefied air of management.  For us worker bees, they used the picture from 4 years ago, and I don't look terribly different now than I did then.  A little less hair, a little more of it gray, the days take their tolls.  It was good to hang around and shake hands with folks I seldom see.

On reflection, when I worked for the state, I was sworn-in just once in 20 years.  With the Sheriff, it's every four years.