It occurred to me today, an epiphany after two beers, that things are ok here. Both Aaron and I are gainfully employed (more on that later), we're safe, we're making rent easily (thanks Mom and Dad!) and eating well, keeping up with the dishes and the laundry and keeping the common area relatively clean (not relative to our standards, relative to normal standards of cleanliness). I'm doing okay with my huge amounts of reading for my classes. Things are...ok. And that's the most anyone (i.e., me) could ask for.