And some days, that is one hell of an accomplishment. And if you’re reading this, hey, good job sticking around despite everything.

I’m not OK by any means (I don’t think any of us are) – but I am OK enough, even though this country is trying it’s damndest to break or kill us all.

I’m still pretty fucking broke, but I am on track to have my car paid off by the end of the year. If I get shitcanned at work, I wouldn’t have to touch my retirement accounts until August, and including those, I could get to next May, which is more than most can say.

I am dealing with burnout on all fronts, but I am still going. What I really need is about a month off work with full pay. Or six months.

I have done about 35 minutes of around the house stuff today and dammit if it isn’t actually a tiny bit noticeable, and I actually feel slightly better for doing it. (Rude, I know.)

I’m trying so hard to not spend, but 90/10 ground beef is now over $9 a pound here, and gas just hit $4.58 a gallon, and I just had to shell out $12 on a new cookie sheet because at some point, something plastic got fused to the back of the one I have. And I had to get it from Amazon to boot, because there isn’t anyone selling them that isn’t a shit retailer.

It’s hard finding joy in things, but I keep trying – but sometimes it feels like the stress of doing whatever it is will outweigh any enjoyment. (I am currently in a very heated debate with myself over a ballgame next weekend – trying to decide if I will regret not going.)

Hang in there.