Nose to the Grindstone

My boyfriend just texted me to say he lost his high-powered tech job because his successful, revenue-producing company suddenly, without warning or explanation, went under.

Now my appetite is GONE. I am in tunnel-vision fix-it mode. I am in the zone. All my attention, out of necessity, is going towards doing everything I can do to try and keep the rent paid.

I unironically love it when giant catastrophes happen. They're the only times I can ever buckle down and focus.