Happy monthly anniversary, my love. Thank you for your love and support as the search for new work goes ever on. I know it's been hard, but I strangely have a good feeling something will break my way soon. Maybe it's the time spent enveloped by the recent funeral, but I can fight these spirals I can get into a little better. Whenever I'm tempted to think of myself as cursed, I can dismiss it and fight harder to see where I am now, how lucky I am, and how the world isn't over despite being out of work. It's hard, but it is survivable. I love you. Thank you for helping me see it.