SSDY

Gosh, things are bleak here at Chez Sockbug.  I am still working at my accounting job.  I balance the books for people with much less intelligence than me, with more money than they can count. (Which is, of course, why I have a job, to count it.)   Howdy is still working at his retail job, where he gets paid less than me, even with his 25¢ raise.  We are living in a house that we cannot afford, for sale in a housing market that's at it's weakest in decades.  Frankly, I can't believe we've held out this long, but I think there's a good chance we'll be out of money by Christmas.  I was really hoping to avoid another poor Christmas, but it doesn't look promising at this point.  Even Daughter the Younger said she felt like she was at the bottom of a sinking ship.  The she said she felt bad for telling us, which made me feel worse.

I shouldn't complain.  It could be so much worse.  I could've lost everything in a fire, like the people in California.  I could have a husband with cancer, like one of my co-workers.  I could have soo many other things worse than this, but there comes a point where you just can't hold in your complaints anymore and you have to vent to someone.  Might as well be you.  Poor Howdy has enough to carry around without my complaints, too.

So, it's hard to hold my temper when my boss comes in every afternoon as I'm sitting in the hot sunshine of my west-facing office.  He suggests that I could close the blinds to be cooler, but it's all I can do not to tell him it's about all the sunshine I have right now, so I'm taking advantage of it.

Hey, enjoy your weekend!  I'm going to enjoy mine!  Howdy's sister issued an invitation for "Free Food" tonight!