I spent all morning today from the time I woke up until I had to walk out the door for work doing administrative things relating to The Situation. In the process I handed over All The Money, leaving us at zero again, but at least I've taken the first step toward dealing with The Situation.* I've rather surprised myself in that so far I've been able to approach this logically, without catastrophizing or thinking ten steps ahead. It helps to think about what I would suggest a friend in the same situation do, thereby distancing myself from the whole thing by a degree, and then follow my own advice; I'm very sensible when it comes to other people's problems.
That said, I suspect that there is some degree of terrified irrationality lurking in the back of the closet of my subconscious mind, because of the way I reacted today when someone backed into the MFA Minivan. An older lady in a nice late-model sedan didn't look before pulling out of her parking space at Trader Joe's where I'd stopped after work to get a few groceries and WHAM! Rammed right into me. I pulled into a nearby spot, got out, and examined her bumper, which was unscathed, and mine, which was not. She pulled back into her parking space and got out too, clearly shaken, looked at me in apologetic horror, starting to stammer something, and I smiled and held my hand up. "She was far from immaculate to begin with and I'm fine. If you're okay then I'm okay, too." She gave a half-laugh, half-sob and squeaked something about the bumpers having done their job, and I told her to have a good day, and got back in the MFA Minivan and left.
I think some superstitious part of my psyche thinks I'd better hedge my karmic bets by being extra-kind to others right now, just in case.
* Lest Stalky ruin her desk chair in her excitement, I thought I'd go ahead and mention that in addition to this being nothing to do with Hotter or The XY, nobody here is in any legal trouble or dealing with any addiction- or mental health-related crises.