What happened at the grocery store.

I thank God that I have never been homeless and that I have set my pride aside to frequent the local food bank. However, there's nothing like selecting a cart full of groceries and not being able to buy them and take them home to make an impression on the subconscious. The clerks at the store were  kind to me but I was in a great state of shock. The credit card repeatedly did not go through.  By the way, buying groceries on a credit card is the worst deal around -- buying tax-free items on a card that charges double-digit interest. (My husband and I have found it necessary to cover a lot of things on the credit card that we wouldn't have done in the past.) Ultimately, I had to leave the groceries at the store for a clerk to put away. That was the moment that showed me how  precarious my situation is.

I went home determined to prove that I could cook something in our house despite the setback. The result was corn bread, a true comfort food. After that, I puzzled out again how my husband and I are going to save our butts because we are the only ones who can.