I got my Effexor refill. My brain started working again.
I remembered to call to get my CPAP recalibrated to its proper, higher setting. I am now actually sleeping, and now waking up rested. My brain is clear.
My lady and I are speaking to proper effect. It's painful, and it ain't done yet, but I can see our way through this.
My HUD-approved counselor is confident she can help me keep from going into foreclosure.
All of our cars are operable, even if mine still is too cold.
I gave my lady an Official Weekend Off, and she actually physically relaxed, which hasn't happened in way too long.
I have an interview for an actual job in my field. In the area I first wanted to work in lo, these thirty years ago. At 2pm Chicago time.
Pray for me, light candles for me, surround me with light, whatever: I need this job. After a year and a half unemployed, I need this job.
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