All my eggs in one basket

Oh my God, I haven't written a damn thing since Sunday. I had no idea. I do not want to be one of those nonwriting people.

I have nothing fascinating to tell you, so for yucks I will add a photo of me at my friend Lisa's last month. I guess I have failed to mention to you that I am the Burger King. All this time you just thought I was some schlub, didn't you?

It is like Thursday night, I think, (it all runs together when you are basically JOBLESS) and I have just spent an inordinate amount of time lying upside down on the bed, watching a thunderstorm. It was one of the really good ones, where they sky lights all up and the crack of thunder is really loud. Winston sat in the open window and watched it with me. Even though he is an L.A. cat, who has never seen a thunderstorm in all his two years, he is completely unfazed by this dramatic turn of weathery events.

So, I did some proofreading for the statistics textbook company that I used to freelance for all the time, but that is really all the work I have gotten. Someone commented recently here that we are probably saving a lot of money because North Carolina is so much cheaper than Los Angeles.

True, but we also have not brought IN any money since God was a child. Marvin just started his new teaching job last week, and before that he had not worked (other than some substitute teaching) since May 23rd. And my last day of having a real job was July 27.

So basically? August? We made no money. And we moved across the country, which isn't expensive at all, as you can imagine. Even though we used the cheap "you pack half this truck and we will pack the other half with some mysterious freight which will result in you seeing the world's biggest cockroach in your laundry room" moving truck.

So I really have no idea how much money we currently have. I mean, I know we have savings. But I am afraid to really look.

You know when we started this year of not spending? And I said money can't bring happiness? I still think that's really true, but it turns out that feeling insecure about where money is coming from brings me sweatiness. Seriously, I am like Elvis in concert right now. I HATE this.

So that's where yours truly is right now. And I do know that things will look up. I have sent resumes everywhere to be a freelance proofer. And there's always plasma donation. Am I too old to donate my eggs? Do 42-year-old even HAVE eggs? Where?

At any rate, I know for a fact that money things always work themselves out. And we are not destitute. We are not anywhere near the poor I was when I was a receptionist living alone in Seattle, where I could have toilet paper, or coffee filters, or paper towels. But never, ever could I afford all three at once. Did a lot of the wiping with coffee filters, I can tell you.

Won't you come over and have coffee with me soon?