13 degrees, clear skies, weary legs, but plodded ahead and completed another two miles.
I’m at a painfully awkward spot in my job search. We have to leave our current home in September, but I have absolutely no idea what will come next. We won’t be left entirely homeless — friends have offered a refuge — but if we take them up on that kindness, we’ll have to put almost everything into storage, and I’ll still have no full-time work (and only a tiny part-time income). Having the responsibility to provide for M. and myself both, and having been turned down for more than a year’s worth of applications, and trying to be a good emotionally-supporting husband while continuing to fire out applications, all not mentioning research/writing obligations that hang over me, all gets a bit much some days.