Well, husband started his new job yesterday and quit today. So, me and my turking are back to being our only income. To be fair, I supported his gut feeling as his first delivery (think a combination of meals on wheels delivery but for paid boxes) was to a lady that coughed on him, his 4th had 15 dogs and had the distinct smell of death coming from the house (of which his trainer told him "we don't call the cops for anything") and this morning he was told to go into a "NO ENTRY" assisted living facility with high Covid positivity cases. He has diabetes, obese and high blood pressure - I'd rather lose our house than lose him.
So, *rubs hands together* lets make some dough! *searches for well paying feet picture requesters*