Jumpy today, cannot focus. Torn between reading, writing, work and coming up with some idea of dinner.
Last couple days of husband’s unemployment. Monday back to the routine–if I can remember what it was; it’s been nine months. How we made it this far is a wonder; six months’ worth of cash savings stretched to nine. One month’s help from a very special friend I’ve known for thirty-five years, and offers from a distant sister and another friend. But backwards in repayment we go first, then sideways with another stockpile just in case, and then finally, finally forward once again. Husband is still uninsured; I told him to drive carefully, watch where he’s walking, stay away from people who have colds. I am interim-insured and dare not see a doctor. Another month or three or so and this will be behind us too.
Willie sings, Still is still movin’ to me, and yet I feel encoffined. Kiss of hope to rouse me, ruse me to get up and dance again.
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