Strong Opinions is home for a few days, prior to getting going on her next year at the Ivy in the Big Apple. Her body clock is 180 degrees out from PH and me - she sleeps until noon and then is up and hanging out with friends until midnight. She seems pretty good, despite a cold, and is focused on her work for the coming year. She still surrounds herself with some pretty dysfunctional friends - I suspect she believes that all poets/writers must to this - but her plan for school/work/life for the near future is sound. Let's hope she actually follows the plan.
The job front is the Land of a Thousand Questions, none of which I can answer. I got an acknowledgment of information received from one place - a pleasant change from those employers who simply swallow your material into the maw and say nothing - and have heard not a peep from anyone else lately. August, don't you know?
I'm torn between packing for the move which will come at some point to somewhere, and reading as many books as I can while I have the time, and finishing knitting a sweater for a newborn little burrito of a friend.
In the meantime, there's a sermon to finish, a customary to write for the Altar Guild for the deacon's mass, and an Adult Ed session to complete.
I think I may knit.