What can I say about my life? I get up every morning and throw some kind of food together for breakfast (for four, although it is rare that we all eat the same thing at the same time-- so I either make two choices or whomever is fussy gets to fend for herself). Who was it that said "I have a life, it just isn't a very good one at the moment..." Well mine is good in it's simplicity, but poor in how monotonous it can be. Yes, a quandary too.

Jason is in Medford at the moment. I wish he would get a job. Any job would do. I want to stay right here...

Oddly enough, we are completely, pathetically, direly poor. Dirt poor. Behind on rent and about to lose power kind of poor. We have less than a dollar in the bank, no car, no assets. In the past that would have worn me down and by now I would have been fighting off another bout of depression. Not this summer. I guess I am manic. I am the happiest I have been in years. I enjoy every single day with my kids, Jason and I get along well and life is good. I'm writing almost every day and even getting paid for some of it. I do worry about staying here in Ashland, but trust that things will work out of us. We deserve to be here, I do know that much at least.