Things I've Learned by Making The House Payment During WWIII

Armageddon Life

I sit here in my home office, unemployed since early December, feeling a soup of depression, anxiety and hope. We’re running out of reserved money. I believe we’ll be OK, however there’s really no logical reason for me to think so.

It’s WWIII but I still have to make the house payment. I read theories about NESARA GESARA and I don’t buy it at all. Aside from the “loads of no fuckin’ way is that gonna happen”, I don’t want a free ride, I want to work and pay my own way.

Our 3.5 acres of teeny tiny farm is the shit! There is a State Agriculture facility less than a mile from us. I can hear the cattle moo when they’re there. It’s crazy how sometimes it’s comforting or even funny and other times they blend in to the day. Occasionally we hear the roos crow, although chickens aren’t the regular visitors there. I’m curious, but I haven’t gone over there to see what they do. I think they’re an auction facility.

I’m writing this so I don’t go mad, venting because hubby shouldn’t have to hear all of it.

Here’s a pic of the light in our lives right now. We thank God for her.