Running on Hope and Coffee

I may have solved my storage delima.  My husband's cousin lives in a rented house in a very remote area and has a large storage shed they don't use, which they have offered to me for free.  The only problem is, if they move or get evicted, my stuff may get left behind.  I will probably take my chances.  I may ask for the owner's number so that if I need to, I can negociate with him to pay for the space. 

Today is my son's last day with his babysitter, a wonderful woman we call "Granny".  Next week my mom will keep him, and then I'll be unemployed.  My son has a hard time with change and I feel bad that I'm putting him through so much of it this year - some of it inevitable, but much of it by my choice. 

I'm happy to report my second compost pile measured 130 degrees, right on the line between "medium" and "hot" according to my compost thermometer. 

I'm actually pretty proud of myself right now .  I've managed to hold it together lately in the face of everything that's going on.  My husband hasn't even called this week, and I haven't felt up to reaching out to friends.  My friends are all new friends (because I'm not good about staying in touch with old friends), and I love, need, and enjoy them, but the social effort drains my energy.  So, I've been pretty lonely.  I was thinking as I washed my dishes last night - my dishwasher is leaking so I have a lot of dishes to hand-wash now - I might think I can't do it all by myself, but while I'm thinking that, I'm doing it.  I'm also suffering from insomnia lately, I just can't seem to turn off my brain at night, but even with less sleep than I'd like, I'm getting by.  I even finished putting the varnish on a cabinet my dad had made for my kitchen like two years ago, which I was determined to do before my mom's visit; and rewarded myself by playing with some leather stamping and dying. 

I hope the next time I post here, it will be to report some good news about our plans for the future.