I wake up at the witching hour, which I identify at 2:00-3:00... I take Zoloft and Xanax at that
time, then it's back to bed until, say, 9-10. The fact that I don't work doesn't mean I don't suffer —-I do. Being alone with all of this, without my wife (she died in December 2018)- is actually far more painful than pounding the pavement looking for work. I own a house and land in Belize but it mans nothing -i mean less than nothing. Negative zero, if you will.