I mean, who knows what will happen. Maybe that title will be tragically ironic in a few months.

But it's really hitting me, in a black-comedic way, just how absurdly lucky Peg and I are compared to so many people in the middle of this calamity.

I didn't even DO anything to earn this work-at-home job. A friend of a partner found it for me. There was a skill-based "audition" but no real interview process. It was just the perfect job at the perfect time.

But here I am, after years of my worrywart friends telling me I "needed plan" and "needed to get some real career skills," prepared to thrive when so many other people who had good stable jobs are suddenly screwed one way or the other.

It's the comedy of being on a battlefield and suddenly realizing the soldier standing next to you is missing their hat... and most of their ear. And it was a total coincidence, during the frantic run for cover, that you got the cozy spot behind a brick wall. And it's all you can do to squeeze in and hold your breath and hope to give some other bloke half a chance while you clumsily return fire.

I will do what I can. My finances were depleted badly just before I got this promotion and raise--another undeserved miracle--but as soon as things stabilize enough that I can get a good picture of my budget, I will try to start being one of the helpers. I will probably lean on you folks to help me decide how.