No advice, just hugs and empathy. My husband is unemployed too, and taking an approach to job hunting (or not) that's maddeningly different than what I would do in his situation. I'm trying to tell myself that *different* is not necessarily *bad*, but the Stress-O-Meter is headed into the red, my nights are full of bad dreams, and....

...yeah. I would like to invite you into my boat, but it's sinking too.

Coffee and sympathy, sometime?