It ain't over....

And the fat lady ain't in sight. Hell, pretty much NOTHINGNESS is the only thing in sight.

That means just one thing.
I'm inside the typhoon.
Everything I once knew is swirling about me.
Glimpses and flashes of the past whirl about me.

I'm honestly amazed that I have landed as squarely as I have, when a mere three weeks ago, I moved.

I expect - no... HOPE - that the winds of change die down soon.
I've been working as best I can in a downward spiralling real estate market and am now late on almost all of my payments. I have hope that the income - and the return of my former security deposit - will right my sinking ship.

That, once righted, will alleviate my less than practical mental state.
THEN...
The real test begins...

When will I EVER get a rest!?!??

It's Been a while...

While I am still seeing the old flame, and I am still viewing new-found friends' musical groups, I still lack the direction in my life - other than survival.

Business has TANKED. No matter what the baffoons in Washington tell you - this is a DEpression and it's far from over. I've done about as much downsizing of my debt as I can - having moved just over a week ago. I borrowed THAT money (for the truck) from my sister and I upsized my storage unit to compensate.

I no longer have child support - which has helped as this economy crashed further, zero-ing in on the worst month I have ever had.

I hope that the newly found savings will balance out and I'll be able to support myself once again. (I haven't kept food in the apartment regularly since the boys stopped coming over almost a year ago).

Time will tell. Meanwhile, I still traverse back and forth to the storage unit - to fetch my things I can store at the apartment - or that won't be able to endure the extreme temparatures there.
As I have said many a time before.... Time will tell