But the amazing thing is: That no matter how awful the previous day was, the sun will rise the next morning. Even if it feels like the end of the world, morning will eventually come.
And this morning came when the Spousal Equivalent turned on the light and asked me if I was working out this morning. The answer was no, since I succeeded in crying myself sick the night before. I know the rent thing isn't entirely my fault, and he has forgiven me, but I still feel awful about it.
But there is good news. This afternoon, SE is going to see if he can find the missing money. I assume he'll get Velma, Shaggy and Scooby to help him. My phone is also on the truck, out to be delivered. I'll have a new toy this afternoon.
As for my resolve to work out more. I have three days left of the week in which to do this. I'm also adding daily chores to my list, to eliminate crisis cleaning on the weekend. Wish me luck.