Since then, for the past half-year, my life has remained largely defined by:
A pair of irksome Negatives:
1) I have not yet managed to sell the old house (which is preposterously underpriced).
2) I cannot seem to get people to pay me for my writing (which is also probably somewhat underpriced).
1) My days are filled with love and laughter that completely dwarf the negatives above, so I remain quite happy.
2) Smaller things (regular gaming, D's job at the library, our new house) are also sources of happiness.
So basically, I am happy with my life but worried about money looking future-wards.