Tomorrow we will finalize our new lease.
I am freaking out now because this means we are about to actually move. My back is killing me, my knee has now given up the ghost, and I am so worn out from months of packing, as well as years of stress from living where I am now. (Another long story for another time.)
I wish there was a place here where seniors and the like could find help with such things. We do not know anyone here other than the landlord, who will be helping from time to time, but is also far from a healthy person, and has his own knitting to tend to.
This is when being a compete failure hurts the most.... seeing my husband strain to keep working because I cannot and I never made enough to do more than survive, so we are all but destitute. We won't make it long without our 'umbrella'. It was stupid to move up here in the first place. My husband would probably leave me if he heard me say that, as this was his idea. I can't handle watching him wear himself out trying to fight the inevitable financial collapse that we are about to suffer And, that bug Johnson wants to make it more difficult to get aid??
I keep hoping for that 'big one' to hit soon. My husband would be fine. I am nothing but a dead albatross anyway.
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I will let you know more if you are still willing, once we find out what is going on. 
Things are not quite as bad as I may have let out earlier. But, things have also improved in some fronts as well.
