Life likes to throw curveballs. That, or gods have a sadistic streak (though who am I--a poor mortal--to try to reason divine motives):

The day after I sign the contract for my new job, I get a call from one of the places I previously applied for. That college, remember? They want an interview. Ugh.


Ack! Gotta run. More to report later.

Did it. Signed the job offer. Start next week at 0700. Paperwork and training.

It's been a while.

Some of the major pieces of news (in no particular order):

Hit San Diego Pride. Spouse bought a ring (finally). Yeah!

Attended the E. Lynn Harris up in EsoWan bookstore. Coolness!

Got a job offer. Still debating.

Did I mention my sister's preggie?