Sippican has a post up about splinters and poverty, which prompted me to comment. As often happens, my comments are turned into posts...
I too have caught the poverty. Ten years ago, I was a well paid contractor at a Major Aerospace Company in Southern California. Now, I'm trying to get along on Social (in)Security and what little pension I have from said Major Aerospace Company; renting my friend's house in SE Pennsylvania from her so she doesn't get foreclosed.
I love it and wouldn't trade it for anything, except, perhaps, to hear from my daughter on a more regular basis.
Updating a bit, from a second comment:
A further thought. I infer from the comments here, that we all are relatively safe and dry (if not as warm as we might like). I presume we have enough to eat, lights in the house, and (obviously) the interweb.
We are not impoverished, just broke. Yes, the lack o' cash does focus the mind, as V-man says. It seems to focus it on the more important things, like God, family, friends and country.