ABM called to tell me he is working late. Thank goodness! I am still mighty drowsy, but this gives me time to enlist the kids in a little housework before their dad comes home. I am in my fall-back position: if I am too tired to do anything else, I can always fold laundry from my bed.
Everyone who talks to me now asks me about the job hunt. It is only natural, but I don't want to discuss it. Job hunting is such a soul-torturing pursuit for me that I can't think too much about it without becoming upset. I would take a job cleaning filthy restrooms at the stadium after a rock concert if it meant that I wouldn't have to ever go on another interview or read through another list of jobs for which I am not qualified.