Finding myself between the closing of one door and the opening of another, it is only natural that I seek out doors not locked to one such as myself. As many an unemployed person would tell you, there is nothing warm or fuzzy about this period.

It is a period where one feels excluded from society at large, like a discard on a refuse heap. It is a period where every scrap of resource becomes a lot more precious in its accentuated finity, its replenishment all but clamped off by those who would toss one aside like gum that has served its purpose. And this from the single perspective… probably far worse for the typical family person in a similar predicament.