Back in the harness

I’m employed again contract. But I’m making low money for FT, and the commute is long. Always complaining, I guess. The good thing about this job is that it does let me write somewhat. And it pays better than retail (hell, anything pays better than retail). But the commute into central Dallas to a factory/office is costing me $50 in gas every week bc my car is old. And then there’s the loooong drive at dark thirty and again at 5:00 pm. every weekday. I’m making more than minimum wage, at least.

My spouse is happy not to be the sole breadwinner any more, and I’m glad for that as well.
It’s just that it shows me what kind of shape I’m in: Bad. My knee has a fracture, so the limping around factors in as well. I guess I’m getting old/er.

My biggest problem is no longer “how will I keep my household afloat,” and I am grateful for that.

And this job may also teach me more about structured authoring, which is kind of cool.

I just hate the dark-thirty commute.