I’m waiting to hear back from another promising job lead, which will hopefully lead to a roughly 1-hour round-trip commute instead of this over-3 right now. Meanwhile, I’ve also started my Nanowrimo project, so other hobbies will come to a halt for this. (Syncope has been smouldering there behind my shoulder, kind of like an evil goblin-possessed pile of paper ready to pounce and burn me to cinders… I’ll get back on that as soon as I force myself to finish Nanowrimo and thus get my pen working again. Yea! It’s basically a new experiment in writing philosophy and style for me.) Moving again in less than a year. I hate moving. And someone very close to me has been diagnosed with cancer.
Moving right along, it seems.