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.