God has a sense of humor.

In all this hurricane of money-less-ness, we've been holding out and holding out...bumping back our rent payment, shuffling bills, all the usual suspects, hoping and praying for some relief from the pressure.

Yesterday an envelope came in the mail: once opened it revealed that there had been a discrepancy on the payments we made on a storage unit we rented waaaay back when Alicia was going to come drive with me (before the advent of babies). The storage place, in good faith, refunded our overpayment.

The total:

$1.37

Of all the cosmic jokes that could be played...this was perfect. If it'd been $20, it would have just felt like a little help. But a buck thirty-seven? Cute.

Hopefully (hopefully), this will be followed up with a big, friendly, "Naw, I was just teasing; here's the real help."