Stepping gingerly across the ice; is that a cracking sound I hear?

Well, this is it. The recession has officially hit home. Jeremy is now being forced to take an unpaid week off, potentially the first of several this year. Unpaid = smaller paycheck = screwed us. I am beginning to get fearful. I was speaking to my grandmother a few weeks ago about living through the great depression. She and her husband had to survive on his wages working one day a week. I cannot imagine how they did it. And she said they were lucky that he had any work at all. I don't think things will get that bad here, but I'm suddenly thinking very hard about what we would possibly do if Jer lost his job. With no savings and lots of debt, it looks rather bleak. All we can do is pray that it won't come to that and that we will make it through to better days ahead. I am especially trying hard not to be resentful of those around me who are not feeling the pinch of these times at all. I know that we have a lot to be thankful for, that there are many who are much worse off than us. It's just a wee bit hard to see some people spending and vacationing, etc. etc. as though they have not a care in the world. Ah well, we just have to tighten those belts a bit further, I guess. Hopefully we won't run out of holes.