I just had another long-distance interview, this time for a job in the place I grew up. I don't think I made a good impression. Or maybe they're just not that interested in filling the position quickly. I don't know. The woman I talked to said she'll probably call me in a couple weeks to talk about maybe bringing me out for an interview. Maybe.
Oh, here's another guilty pleasure I left off my T13 yesterday: traveling without my kids. Whee, what fun. I feel terrible about it, but it helps me remember that I (at least used to) have another facet to my identity besides "Mama." Did any of that make sense? I'm going to lie down now.