I'm out of work for the next three months. I'll be able to get by--although the Georgia house (double mortgage for a year, deductible from the water damage in the basement, several thousand dollars wasted on a problem with the sprinkler system last summer) depleted a good chunk of my savings. I'm just hoping this doesn't last too much longer because there will be serious ramifications at my job (mass, long-term layoffs) if it continues for awhile.
On a positive note: the Georgia house finally sold a couple of weeks ago. Big stress relief. Girls are doing well--all things considered.
Life is melancholy for me. I'm really tired of being cooped up alone half of my time (when I don't have my daughters). As I said before, my GF is a hospice nurse (they are facing their own layoffs). She's rightfully worried about getting the virus because she doesn't want to put people at risk primarily and doesn't want to be out of work secondarily. Thus, we haven't seen much of each other for a month and a half, and it's put a weird strain on the relationship. Not even sure how to describe it.
I'll just keep trucking on because that's what I do.
