Are you okay?
Pretty much so. I’d say I’m in rather better shape than at least half of the people who’ve answered. I’m adjusted to my present circumstances, and I’m not normally depressed. Rarely geeked, and rarely in the dumps, which I vastly prefer to an emotional seesaw.
Got a job?
No, and not able to work anymore, but I was able to get on SS-Disability in less than a year after I had to stop working (practically a miracle to get in the first time applying). Thanks to some of the world’s best friends, I didn’t suffer during that first year. Not that I can do much of anything on Uncle Sugar’s notion of income. Doesn’t help that my landlord here hiked the rent each of the last three years - his (relatively) new wife seems to think she married Midas - but somehow there was no rent increase notice this year, Deo Gratias.
A job you think you’ll have in a year? In six months?
I’ll still be doing what I’m doing now, except I hope to be doing it in Michigan. Last I knew, I was #2 on a waiting list for disabled/seniors housing back home. And maybe - just maybe - I can get things arranged so I can do some of the craft-y type things I know how to do, and can make a bit of “spare change.” I’d have much less time to spend online, but my life would also have more variety. That’s always a plus. I worked all my life, up till late 1997. I started working for my father in the family business when I was nine, so time yawned cavernously before me the first couple of years. It still drags, many days, but not so depressingly
**Do your friends? **
I only have one close friend here in the Land of Cotton, but she & her husband are doing okay. They’d do better if she didn’t feel like she had to catch her kids every time they stumble, as if they were 6 & 8, instead of 20 years older. My friends elsewhere are all doing fine, last I knew. One couple are both full profs at large universities. Another, the husband is an engineer with Ford, with more than 15 years seniority now, and finishing the Master’s program they asked him to do, which may mean he will get to move into another aspect of manufacturing, and stop being the indispensable troubleshooter for his bosses. His wife has about 10 years seniority with the “contractor” she works for, and if whatever they call Det Edison now ever finds their round tuit, her paycheck will be from them instead. There’s no way they’ll voluntarily let her go. And she likes the work she’s doing well enough. Other friends all seem to be doing well enough. Except the one with CP, but there’s not much they can do for her, 
no need to give the full litany.
Your spouse/S.O.?
No spouse/S.O., alas. Companionship, in all its varied ways, would make my life inestimably better. I’m an introvert, sure, but I hate living alone. But I’ve had enough failures - all of which seemed to relate to my being an intellectual - that I’m scared to try anymore.
Family members?
Thanks to the Evil Daughter-In-Law[sup]TM[/sup] I never see my son, but the reports sound okay; ditto for grandsons. My parents have been dead for 38 years and 18 years, respectively. I was an only child till my step-mother had three, but I don’t hear from the girls, and the boy is dead. No surviving aunts/uncles, but my favorite cousin seems to be doing okay again, though he has many of the same problems with arthritis & old injuries that I do, plus diabetes.
Do you have health insurance?
Medicare isn’t the best, but it does most of the job. Medicaid covers most of the gaps. And my family doctor manages to have samples of the things I need that Medicaid won’t cover. All in all, there are many people with far worse problems, even here in the “U.S. of A.”, where life is golden. :rolleyes:
** How’s the quality of your life?**
Quality of life is okay in between the bad days with pain/allergies/etc. I have my electric piano (good one), my computer, lots and lots of books, and subscriptions to the magazines at the top of my list. It will go up dramatically once I’m able to move back to the Water Wonderland, because I’ll be able to get out and go places much more often - with my friends, whom I miss dreadfully.
Enough down time?
Too much. The first couple of years I wasn’t able to work were tough, really tough.
Stress levels?
Pretty good. Much better than they were all summer, when I was thinking there was something Really Wrong with my leg. I’ve had tests up the <ahem>, and there ain’t nuthin’ wrong with my leg. Excuse me while I act like a good Pentecostal, and rejoice. 
{Yes, I know very well that not all prayers for healing are answered. My mother, a truly saintly type who was prayed for by Everybody - even Oral Roberts - died of ovarian cancer after nine ghastly months of suffering. If healing was handed out based on deserving it, my mother would be alive - and I don’t think I would.}