Or at least until I start the job - and I have no new apartment secured, and not much of a clue of when I will.
I taught the parenting class last Saturday and sounded like a quacking duck — getting over the head cold from hell and all, and totally wanting to jump back in bed, I managed to hit the points on the lesson plan without much trouble. I was also as charismatic as a paper towel, but we can’t have everything.
Yesterday Roommate said, “let’s go to Yosemite!” and so we did. Fall colors v. nice. Of course, I left the camera at home. We ate in the lodge, and sat in the bar listening to other people cheer at football as we read the voting materials and moved on to books. And of course we walked around the valley looking at the trees and he took pictures of the most gorgeous maple you’ve ever seen, and nearly got hit by herds of bicycles.
Today? I need to turn in things to boss, and make a bunch of phone calls as a prelude to another rental search. Because I have to be at work Monday.
Surprisingly, I’m also still writing and doing some other stuff in between - something to keep me from obsessing over the specter of homelessness.
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