It's cold and drizzly here, and we are -- well, not as broke as we have ever been (that would be five years ago) but pretty rotten broke: down to one vehicle, scraping by in the last week of every month by digging quarters out of the kid's bank and hunting through old coat pockets; deciding each month which bills we don't absolutely have to pay (for instance, the water company will let you slide with a partial payment every now and then, we have found, whereas the electric company will cut your ass right off); doing without the dentist, not filling prescriptions, or refilling prescriptions only sometimes; keeping our heat at sixty-four; and we are middle class. We have jobs, we have health insurance.
I think sometimes what life on the working class level, or the life of my students, is like.
On the other hand: we live two blocks from the library and the post office, three blocks from the grocery. We do have jobs, even if Herr Doctor Delagar's job is still only part-time. None of us are really seriously ill. (No one is dying, as I tell HDD frequently.)
Things could be worse.
And maybe 2010 will be better. Here's hoping.