This is later.

Crisis past.

In fact, #s 414, 415, and 417 have passed also. #416 never arrived, for some inexplicable reason.

Most of these things come on because I'm just very, very, very, very tired of, month after month, having the checking account look like it won't be as big as the bills.

Without a reason beyond a potentially non-starting career to keep us installed in this obscenely expensive place (which I'm beginning to like), I have a tendency to try to find more lucrative avenues of employment that generate more reliable income, and to look for homey type places with lower rents.

Basically it's the trade-off between passion and predictability.

At the very least, a trip to church on Sunday night confirmed that there's a community of people we're here to get to know. That was a huge relief. Yes, it's expensive down here. No, I don't know if we'll have the cash to move into the new apartment. No, I don't know whether I can keep acting. But yes, there is a reason to stay in Southern California regardless of the vicissitudes of career.

I do have two auditions coming up. There's some other stuff coming up that could be good, too. I'm going back to Knott's Berry Farm tomorrow for a thing. I was there on Tuesday, and I have to say one thing: Riding the same roller coaster twelve times in six hours damages the shoulders.

I'm bringing shoulder pads tomorrow.