The process actually started 3 years ago after shutting down my canoe shop and having half it's debt roll over to personal debt. Getting divorced back then didn't help.
Getting remarried was nice. Having her die on me twice and then almost die on me twice more till she got fixed was no fun. Puts a strain on finances. She's good now.
Then who the hell saw the collapse of the graphics industry coming. Especially if you're over 50. Heed this oh young graphics brethren, get the hell out by your 40th birthday. You'll be useless after that.
I'm healthy, broke but healthy. That's a good thing.
Job prospects look like shit, but I am waiting for an answer on one that will have me moving to the driftless area of Wisconsin. If it happens. I'm not holding my breath. It would be along the Kickapoo River, near the other 100 miles or so of trout streams that feed the Kickapoo. I could live with that.
If any out there believes in prayer, He is obviously deaf to mine, put in a good word for me, will ya?
How's that for a Christmas letter, eh? Oh wait, the perfunctory pictures. . .
Di doesn't like her picture taken. I think she's cute, picture cute.
Merry Christmas or whatever you celebrate. I personally like the word Kwanzaa. It just sounds happy. So I'm celebrating Kwanzaa.