Don't Panic under a deadline

So, Shit Flipper is hiding behind her delusion thinking that she is going to get away with cutting our sewer line to intimidate us into putting a pump in last June. This caused us to spend 3 weeks shitting in a 5-gallon bucket, for 3 weeks while the justice system made us wait for a hearing to get an injunction to turn it back on. 

My first attorney threatened to quit right before the hearing either because she was scared of facing the biggest law firm in town, or wanted a job with the biggest law firm in town.  And my next attorney who I think is bright, and very likable, has 40 years of experience but has never had the need to use email, so has his paralegal print out his emails, and then dictates his answers to her because a stroke has made his handwriting all but illegible told me yesterday that I owe him $6,000 which makes my bill $20,000 so far.  I have $75 in the bank. $700 in bills utility bills, $1,800 in mortgage due two days ago, but have 15 before they start really getting aggressive, and the only thing I can think about is how to get the Sonny and Share song "I got you babe" "we don't have a pot, but think of all the things we go" to play for my wife who is waiting upstairs for me so we can finish the hanky panky we started last night. 

I have no deal how any of the thousands of dollars I need in the next week is going to get from where it is now, to where I need it to be, but this is either the definition of faith in the notion that God is abundant, or I am delusional thinking that my future self will be fondly grateful for whatever happens next.

So, please don't tell my wife I mentioned the hanky panky stuff, she will be pissed because it is none of your business. ;-)