I wonder how I can end up being depressed by bad news I knew was coming anyway. The signs all point in a direction that says I need to find a new job and a new profession come spring. I like what I do, but I don't make a liveable wage here. I'm fairly sure there's nowhere else to do it around here other than where I am. I don't want to move away. Add up that equation and it all equals finding a new job in a new field. I've got skills, they just aren't the kind anyone around here needs or wants to compensate for.
Gee, maybe I ought to go ahead and write that Great American Novel I always said I wanted to write, even though I don't write fiction.
Anyone want to pay me to knit and watch tv?
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