100 days

Maybe a word like “failure” is much too grand for my story.

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.

Last week I had four requests for interviews!

They offered a stop at a salon…

I have a job.

The job that is just exactly what I need is out there.

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

Bicycle Revival. We didn’t know what it meant, but wanted to go anyway.