I've been doing fairly well at my new job; any operational gaffes I've experienced are balanced out by my success with the clients I have. The business of pension administration is not nearly as dry as you'd expect. I've learned a tonne of stuff about how big plans work, (I'm in Institutional Investors again,) and am fascinated by the decisions the money managers make. So that's good. I've begun to look seriously at tax planning as a way out of my own personal financial woes. I must be strong. I have to prove to myself that I'm as smart as I think I am, and produce some positive results. I'm investing like a madwoman; a madwoman who'd rather have food to eat when she's ninety, than now. Sounds dramatic, but it's not that bad, I've been in worse spots, time and time again.

The homefront is so-so, I'm feeling rather put out at the moment so I'll spare you the details.

Jorden's in the hospital still, he's been stuck in there over a month and I'm so worried about what's going to happen when he gets out. It's hard to keep finding the energy to hope, when things are so bleak all the time. Such is life. to be con't.