The most interesting part of my writing every day (all six days of it) is how it is a barometer of my emotions. They go up and down and all over the place. Today I am feeling . . . weepy. Not sad or unhappy, just a little weepy. I used to think it was hormones, but I've been tracking it and it happens to me all over the month. Some times, our hearts are just a little tender. I guess today just about marks the six month anniversary of our unemployment. That is a long time. It's gone both slow and strangely fast. The thing that I've noticed the most is that I have little to almost no expectations of anything. At first, I thought everything was a sign. A phone call, a friends new job, a odd connection or anxious interview were all signs of some amazing job. Now, well, now, I just focus on this very exact moment and what needs to be done in that moment or what I can do. I don't even notice for the most part what...