New post. Okay, new post. Here we go. Where am I? What day is this? Who are you people?
Haha, just kidding, I am slightly exaggerating my disorientation today. It’s been a rough few days.
For one, on Monday I had a job interview which is not the norm for a freelancer, at least not with the jobs I’ve been applying for. Usually, they say “gimme your resumé and a writing sample and we’ll talk next week”. Not these guys. They wanted me to drive 35 miles (which in the Bay Area is more than it seems) and propose to them what I could bring to their company. And I was okay with doing that, I mean, it is their company, they can hire people however they want. But I haven’t had a serious interview in going on 8 years now, and I didn’t even know how to begin. And I went above and beyond what was expected, which made me feel like a fool for spending my whole weekend working on my proposal.
Then, I get home from the proposal, and my kiddo, who has had a mild cold for a few days, is running a fever of almost 103. He had that fever Monday afternoon and all day yesterday (with diarrhea), and just this morning it finally dipped below 100. But, he’s still refusing to eat or drink and sleeping a LOT, so I don’t think we’re in the clear quite yet.
And the weather, my GOD, the weather. The Pacific coast is getting completely HAMMERED right now with heavy rain, strong winds and other big time storm activity, such as the amazingly close lightning strike early yesterday morning, complete with thunder clap that startled us all awake thinking the house had exploded, and set off all the motion sensors and car alarms in a 10 block radius. Aside from knocking out the satellite every hour or so, it’s been okay, and it’s just a good time to cuddle on the couch with fluffy blankets and hot tea, especially since we are all sick. Thank God for Netflix instant queue. And, icing on the cake, it’s supposed to do this for two weeks. TWO WEEKS of being stuck inside. When kiddo’s cold has passed, it will not be pretty.
So, that’s where I’m at. Still waiting to hear about the job. Still trying to get Bowie to drink some juice. Still trying to get my nose to stop running. Still trying to save our house from being blown to the next town, Wizard of Oz style.