Just a bit of a depressing evening. The weather is not cooperating. I'm generally able to shake my depressed states when the weather is a bit nicer, but tonight, it just wasn't meant to be. It's too early for despair, but I really want to be working. I don't want to sell this house. I don't want to have to move away from this area to seek work. But, I'll do whatever it takes to provide for my wife and I.

I'm hungry, and am trying not to eat everything in the house. And I'm angry that I've allowed myself to focus on lucrative specialties that are currently not in demand. I can revert to being an underpaid generalist, but I won't be happy in that role. OK, I'm having a self-pity moment. It'll pass.