So Grant left today. He found a space in a halfway house, and I haven’t been so grateful for something in a long while. The anxiety around his impending homelessness was killing me. It seems weird that he isn’t here.
I am still freaking out about money but the rest of my impending move planning is going ok. The guy I thought I had sold two bookcases to had to bail, health problems, complicated story, so now I need to find another buyer for those.
I blew through a shitload of money today, no way to avoid it, but it certainly is not easing my anxiety at all. I hate money. I would barter all damn day if I had any skill or talent that was at all salable. Alas, no one is willing to pay me to sit around drinking beverages and being pithy.
A shame, that. What a lovely way to pay for gas.