For the first time in a long time, I am not walking around in circles worrying about finances. I am not calling everybody with jobs available begging to be considered. I haven’t polished up my resume OR my shoes. Tomorrow at 4 p.m. is liberation day.
SwampMan, however, is in a state of panic. “How about insurance?” he exclaims. “I’m not sick!” I counter. “But how do you KNOW? You might have a heart attack next week!” “Or I might win the lottery next week, too!” “WHAT? We can’t afford to gamble!”
For @ $200 per month, I can get a health insurance policy with $10,000 deductible. “WHAT! $200 per month! Where will that come from?” Sigh. “Okay. I won’t get it, then.” “WHAT? What if you have a heart attack next week?” “I’ll start a meth lab to pay the bills. Or maybe hydroponic marijuana…” After all, there are YouTube instructional videos on just about anything.
I dunno what brought about this Zen-like state of calm that I’m in. Maybe it was the fact that gas jumped twelve cents a gallon here between filling up on Sunday evening and filling up again on Wednesday morning.
Feel free to speculate on how long it will take me to get into the crazy zone because I don’t have an income.