We're okay

Each day, J will occasionally look over to me and say, "It's okay. We're going to make it."

Currently, my business is just so slow. The clients can't borrow money in order to get stuff done. Cities are scaling back because the bond markets are just so bad.

I know we're not past the worst, but I do feel that we have hope.

We're going to be okay. Tight, but okay.