We gave notice on our apartment at the start of July, three days before we heard from the school administration. They let us know that, while the loved us both and would like to hire us, they didn’t feel they were in a position to extend the job offers quite yet. It was tough news, but not the worst. I’d rather they exercise caution now instead of rescinding an offer later. We’re keeping the faith.
A week after that, I went back to work full time.
A week later, in a reckless display of cockeyed optimism (or, perhaps, profound rebellion) we got a dog. His name is Pilot. He’s a four-month-old Bouvier/Poodle cross or, as my manager described him, “the biggest dog mixed with the smartest dog.” (Apt.) Because puppy training and packing up your life are complementary activities and dog food is practically free, right?
And last week I had all my hair cut off.
SO WHY DON’T I FEEL MORE RESTED?