I'm sifting thru the want-ads again. I haven't done that for some time. It's becoming more obvious that Stavros is much too ill to return to work (a story for another time), savings are fading much too soon, and the drips and drabs of cash I get sporadically aren't enough to sustain a flea. So I can suck our savings bone dry or get off my Dick Butkis and go back to fulltime work. Horizon: Bleak and partly cloudy. But hey, it'll be good to get back into the routine, right? The job isn't the frustrating thing. It's the search and subsequent settling for a lesser paying/rewarding position that scares me.