For some inexplicable reason*, last night Mr. A started to really get concerned about finding a job.  And by “getting concerned”, what I really mean is he started to panic.  Last night, there was a bubble of stress around him that was palpable.

Now, I have been living in my own bubble of stress for several months: Since about two months before the election when Mr. A refused my pleas to start putting the word out about possible jobs.  I can honestly say it didn’t make me feel much better when he finally realized and admitted I was right last night.

Last night, my own stress level went down temporarily because we were finally on the same page.  Then, this morning I woke up spinning in a panic.  By the time I was done with my magic light, I was trying to figure out where I would be willing to go if he had to do a national job search.  And then I was mentally figuring out how I could finish remodeling this house and sell it while he lives in another state.  (In my imagination, I would keep the lot in case we ever got to move back so we could still build there.)

Probably none of that will happen, but that isn’t a fun thing to imagine.  Mr. A was still looking pretty tense this morning too.  It is funny how two stressed out people do not equal twice as much stress.  The stress increase exponentially instead.  Fun times, fun times.

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*So the reason isn’t exactly inexplicable.  His good friend got notification that he won’t be getting a job he NEVER APPLIED FOR.  I know, makes no sense, right?  He didn’t apply, didn’t send in a resume etc.  He just had a friend ask if there was space for him at a certain lawyer place and heard back that they couldn’t do it right now.  How this affects Mr. A is unclear, but he is still panicking.