Got the mail yesterday pm, there it was, a big fat envelope from SSA...tried to maintain calm till I got into the house, & with trembling hands (literally), gingerly opened it, right there underneath my name...


followed by about 10-12 pages of mumbo jumbo that I'm sure some lawyer can decipher, but the gist is this: the judge has said that he's convinced that I'm eligible for disability...no word on when I'll start collecting, that's a matter for another office (& I've no doubt that there'll be a long softshoe paper shuffle dance to do before the benefits arrive), & of course my mouthpiece is gonna get her cut somehow...but anyway...I should actually get a little help here (soon I hope), as I told mrs zoid, "It's not a trip down Easy Street..." & of course, she finishes my sentences for me, as all married couples do, & she says, "...but it'll smooth out the rough road we've been on"

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