Given the precarious state of the world financial situation, I decided that the money in my 401k would be better used on food, ammo and other preparations than sitting around waiting to implode.
No dice. Apparently, I'm not allowed to take out what's supposedly my money until I leave my job. So, basically, that's x dollars that's just going to go up in smoke. Great.
I'll be honest...I'm a little scared. I'm nowhere near as prepared as I'd like to be, and the bills just keep making it impossible to improve that state. Truck payment, homeowners' insurance, water(the water softener recently got its backflow stuck open, unbeknownst to us--want to guess how much fifty-seven thousand gallons of water costs?), gas(oy vey), and it just goes on and on. About all I can do at this point is pray that the upcoming crapstorm waits until we can get it together.
Sorry for being a whiny punk, folks...life's just been a bit overwhelming of late. On the plus side, Mrs. Wraith and I managed to fill six angel tree cards, so at least some kids who are far worse off than us will have something this Christmas. And we still have each other, and our boys. And we're not homeless and starving, at least not yet. I just have to remember that God is good and just, and eventually, all will be set right.
May the Good Lord bless and keep all of my readers, and the rest of the world as well, through the times ahead. Meanwhile, here's yet another really cool addition to TIB: Hillbilly at Large. Recommended reading, indeed.