It is forty-five percent of what I was making.

It is enough.

There is an enormous amount to be said for enough, and almost nobody who has it says it out loud, so I will.

We are still in the apartment with the radiant heat.

I bought the noisiest, cheapest, most reliable used car in Connecticut.

Once a month I teach a two-hour class for new environmental services and patient transport staff, which is a thing I asked to do and which nobody else wanted, and which is the closest I have come to feeling all right about any of this.

It is a class about moving people.