Nothing new to update on other than that one of the rats died. I was surprised it was Bendejo and not the other one who’s huge and has a tumor. Tom will miss him, but I can’t say I’ll miss him much myself because he was never much fun. He wasn’t mean in any way. He actually had a very mellow disposition. He was just timid as hell and quite antisocial.

D said she was worried because she lost pay from the last two snow days and won’t get paid from the new job for a couple of weeks, but as I told her, her life may not be perfect, but just be glad to be living rent-free! And that she has all that money to look forward to when the new job does start paying. She’s very lucky something up there cared enough about her to help guide her to this new job. Wish something would care about us that much. But I totally believe that even if the economy were suddenly booming, we’re just one of those who will always be meant to be poor. I could write a book as brilliant as any best seller out there, and my husband could come up with the most ingenious of programs, but nothing can change fate. I just can’t figure out why we’re meant to be poor for the rest of our lives. Maybe we were bank robbers in a previous life, IDK.