You are so sweet, something has got to give soon. I will just have to wait it out I guess. I have started hating weekends because it hampers my job search!
I think my age has me looking back for some inspiration.
My mother's father died in the 1918 flu pandemic. He left three children, a wife and no money. They survived and their situation was like so many I see. All three daughters went to college, an uncle gave them the money and all three paid it back their first year of work. That same uncle had a son, my mother's cousin, who died in a sub sinking after he was a survivor of the Squalus rescue. That boy was on my mind lately after seeing a tv program on the Squalus. Lately my Grandmother, penniless, uneducated, three children and no place to live has been on my mind. She cared for me while my Mother was in grad school.
I guess we all just survive, go on and live in someone else's memory years after we are gone. This seems to be what we do with brief periods of plenty, good times, love and home. The important thing is the memory of the survival and the help others gave. And passing that legacy on to the next generation who will surely have similar things happen.
One day, you will tell very young people about all of this. I have my grandmother's silver serving spoon, the only thing she kept in the hard times. It is my most cherished family heirloom. Sometimes I look at it and feel so proud and so grateful she carried on. I am saving it for the day a grandchild or great grandchild needs it for inspiration.