It’s the third day of the second month in the twentieth year of this century; and I have nothing to show for my own almost 41 years. I woke up this morning, knowing that I’m not working this week, but not how bad that really is. I’m scared. It’s finally become a reality to me how uncertain my job stability is. He tells me not to worry, that he’ll take care of us. How can I not worry? For 40 years, I’ve been the sole provider, the rock of my tiny family; I’ve been the one they depend on. Now I’m supposed to turn that responsibility over?

While I relish the idea of not having to actually go to work everyday, I still realize I need to be productive and contribute somehow to our household. Lately I’ve been searching for ways to work from home and earn money online. After weeding through all the apps and games and survey sites, I found something lucrative. But there’s one problem: I need a bachelor’s degree. <sigh>

Now my attention has turned to higher education. I need low- or free-tuition, grants and scholarships to get there. I guess back to the drawing board I go.