So I've hit the opposite end, the maximum allowed before a fall, the roller coaster (our age-old metaphor, like an old friend, a trusted companion) has started to descend. Emotions, as the kids say, are running low. Money, money, money, it's always about money, and the fact that you'd think at this point in my life I'd know how to handle things, but of course, it's my registered character flaw. But of course, I'm awake and up at 7:42 am on a Friday morning before I go to work and I haven't yet eaten or shaved or done much of anything beside shower and kiss somebody (which is like galloping backwards up a few metres on the old roller coaster), so there's much time to get myself out of this mind frame so I can start, I don't know, planning on how to deal with things. Admittedly, the amount of money that needs to go toward a monthly bus pass is a priority, but I'm going to have to give in and ask for help with that. I'll find out what this "monthly pro-pass" that works through your employer is, and how much of a difference in cash it would make, and if I'm eligible.
This is going to be fine, I keep telling myself. I just hate to wake up inside the abyss. Again.