How Bad Could It Be?

Sculpture of the two of us (Dave on the right) by Marguerite Howland. What was I going to do??

Things looked grim financially. My youngest brother and his wife pushed me through settling the debts from caring for Dave at home in his last years — all the credit cards finally paid off, in order of interest rate. And I was working nearly around the clock, catching freelance work from India as well as from my long-term US clients. At least I’d managed to “send forth” about 14,000 of Dave’s 20,000 books. Progress.