As I work to climb out of the hole I dug myself, my fear is life will get worse before it gets better.
The experts I've talked to in the last six months say the transition is the most difficult. No job. No permanent address. How do I tell a prospective landlord I can't provide a most recent reference?
I have several prospective jobs that are heartening but the window is tightening. I recently posted on Facebook that my new toothpaste was giving me the drive heaves -- numerous friends suggested anxiety as the cause. Of course, that would make more sense.
So I'm thinking of adding dry heaves to my resume.
I specialize in investigative journalism, AP style, management, leadership, smart aleck yocks and dry heaves.
Who wouldn't hire that piece of work?
We shall see.
But I'll remain taking the next step. As my kid reminds me when I do something stupid -- like taking photos of the armed men during a summertime rally in Bloomington -- "think of me," she says.
I do and I will be fine even if the trip takes me through unpleasant territory, say, Mosinee, Wisconsin.
Peace and safe travels unto all of you my brothers and sisters.