Disaster.

I'm almost too emotionally exhausted to blog, but it seemed like a more realistic option than staring at my gmail page and refreshing it every several seconds to see if someone was reaching out to me. Which I was doing.

It never seems to rain, but it pours. We really were getting very lucky with Kev's new medications, and were actually scraping by (maybe just barely) with the budget. We were even ready to make some new year's resolutions, including picking a new avenue for Kevin's employment and career. Then things careen out of control. I never was in control. I am humble now. I give. I fold. Please.

I feel sick with worry. Kevin has been laid off...sort of. They are remaining as vague as they can possibly can, keeping us teetering on a wire of maybe. And then, in the middle of our heroic panic, Kevin rear-ends a lady. Lord Almighty! Have some mercy! Kevin really looked like he might be able to get through this, one step at a time, and now? I can hear the tears in his voice. Did we need the straw-that-would-break-the-camel's-back?

I don't know what else to say.