I don't think I can claim that I post so rarely due to a lack of time. I've been unemployed since February last year. I guess calling it depression might work, but when you're in the midst of all this nonsense a technical description doesn't matter.

I wish at times I could get fired up about something, anything, and keep the fire. But to be honest, all I really want to do is read and putter around the house. I've managed to get a few things taken care of around the place--a few days ago I fixed the back gate with a really nifty sliding latch I built from scrap wood--but I'm still trying to sell stuff on eBay. I had gone through everything (and we've got quite a bit of stuff that would sell) and taken pictures, but then a kid messed with the camera and all the photos got deleted. I'm nearly done with the reshoot... which entailed pulling everything out and putting it back on the shelf again.

My wife and I are not enjoying life, even though we love being together. Being broke doesn't help. We managed to maintain the bills for about a year, but the last few months we've been completely broke. We just got the legal notice from the bank that they are suing us for the house. And Maddy and I are both emotionally attached to this house. We are going to do whatever it takes to keep it, but even though I'm starting my new job on Tuesday, it may not be enough. And even if it is enough, we'll be working hard for years to just survive.

So, I'm depressed at the amount of work I've done and how little I've gotten from it. We lost our shirts with a rental property and we may go bankrupt still. I'm trying to start another business, but maintaining enthusiasm is hard. Even though I like it. And I like the new job. But to what end am I working? I guess that's something for another post.