Six weeks' shy of one year of being unemployed. Nobody wants to hire a 61-year-old. Nowhere to live on a permanent basis (a nice way of saying I am homeless, were it not for the charity of a very generous couple who take the precepts of the Church seriously in the area of the corporal works of mercy.)
I have moved four times in the past year and will soon be faced with moving once again. I have a dog who refuses to wear a collar, come near a leash, or get in my car. Our continued relationship is therefore not looking good.
And let's not even bring up the dreaded "C" word. I do, however, now own a face mask.
But I have much to be grateful for. I am still relatively healthy. I have a roof over my head and food to eat. I have friends who care and a son who loves me. And most of all, I have God. What more can one want?
In the words of the Benedictines, "Ora et labora," or "work and pray." Hopefully the "labora" part will materialize soon...
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