Flog, Slog, Blog

Well, howdy, y'all.  We're halfway through the month of October, and I still sit outside in shorts but have to come in when it gets too hot.  I don't mind it, but I am ready for some Fall, and I'm concerned that we're going to have one of those years where it goes directly from summer to "winter" - which translates into 40 degrees and rain.  We'll see.  Point being, I can occasionally get away with long sleeves, but my sandals are still fully in rotation, even though I gave up pedicures over a month ago.  But nobody is seeing my toes, so...

The job search continues.  I have heard back from one iron that was in the fire - that iron has been pulled and placed into a bucket of cold water.  So recently, in fact, that there's still steam coming from the bucket.  Fret not, this was one of the long shot gigs.  It's OK.  I still have three medium shots in play, plus a screening interview earlier today that I had to end early when I realized I am not a good candidate.  I was rereading for preparation, and it appears that I don't live in Illinois, which is where the position is based.  Honest mistake, and once the call started, I led with that.  The recruiter was nice about it - appreciated my transparency, and we ended the call.

It's fine - that this is the first such blunder of this nature during the past five months is honestly impressive.  I have a second interview tomorrow for an actual local and viable job.

I find that I am sort of in Hibernation Mode - or, I guess more appropriately, given the heat, Estivation?  Is there a biological term for animals that sleep through the fall to be active in winter, spring and summer?  I just checked.  Not really.



My point is, I'm sleeping a lot*.  Also, I'm not sleeping a lot, or sleeping poorly during the night.  So I am making up for it in naps.  I don't recommend this because once I do get a job, it's going to be a challenge.

This is not to say I nap every day - but some days, I nap for a few hours. Look, it's a work in progress.

I have made reservations for a birthday dinner for myself, husband and friend Jim.  We're going to kick it at Loveless, which is a carb lover's dream.  And why not?  Fifty-one.  That's not nothing.  That's more years than states in the US.  

I wish there were more to say.  My days have a sameness to them.  That's how it is right now.  It won't always be that way.  Statistically, it can't!

Anyway - that's the latest. Halloween is coming, then Thanksgiving and Christmas.  I need to store up my reserves for when it starts getting dark at 4PM.  

Hang in there - if I can find something interesting to share, I will.


ae

*It's depression.  I'm well aware that it is depression.  I am taking my meds, trying to get sunlight and fresh air, move my body, and eat right.  I am working on it.  Trust me. 

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