Why I would like to live in a cave

I was proud of my last post, which expressed reasonably well how I feel about life during the fall, and touched on our College Daughter's visit. It meant so much to get an e-mail from her saying that she really enjoyed the time with us. It wasn't as special that she has evidently caught the family cold. (with mid-terms coming up!)  It wasn't fun to try to organize a trip to the cell phone store to get a working phone for a teenager in my household . It was a complicated juggling act, and I was in charge of all the "balls." (yes, I know it's a double entendre; I live for that!) I wasn't thrilled that the newer computer upstairs decided to go haywire (bad video card) because I was intending that we would replace the ancient Dell downstairs FIRST. And frankly, money could be an issue because construction has slowed down; I am concerned that Mr. Stargazer is not getting paid very regularly. I am angry that one builder owes him tens of thousands of dollars, with millions of dollars worth of houses just sitting unsold.  Yet, my husband continues to do work for him. I love him for his loyalty, but REALLY! I have not-so-jokingly told Mr. S. that he may be building birdhouses, and selling them at craft fairs if this keeps up. Maybe living in a cave or in a hut somewhere would be much less complicated and expensive. The huge bills for plane fares and hotels for gymnastics worry me too. Last year, I didn't hesitate to sign up for all these expensive meets; this year I am fretting. And Margaret fretting is not a pretty sight. The fall weather is still beautiful, the fire is roaring, the pumpkin decorations are out--I just have to get myself back into my Happy Place. How does one do that when circumstances get beastly? It's fine if you don't have any answers; it was a rhetorical question anyway. Sigh.