Real estate blues

I sold my home.

Moldy cornbread

Things are bad here. Tough, tough, tough. I have been managing to hold it together most of the time, but this morning I flipped out.

One of us is employed, and right at the moment, most of our creditors are somewhat satisfied.

Unfortunately, our relationship has turned from a friendship to a business relationship; and as her associate, I am forced not to care.

I arrived in Massachusetts yesterday evening to see about getting my tenant evicted.

I have a job.

Most people these days won’t let you know you’ve failed the process.