12:50. P.M.
I'm leaning sideways on green used couch with a puppy sleeping on top of the laundry I need to fold.
Weasel, our black n white sausage-dog, a rat terrier/chihuahua mix, likes to sleep on the warm laundry and I enjoy thinking that I'm playing a game of pick up sticks.
It's past lunch time, but not time for dinner and not time for me to get ready to work at my night job at a restaurant that I cannot name.
I'd really like to take a nap.
But, I'm finishing up on a few loads of laundry. My better half asked that I work on this. Not, find a day job, apply and/ or pound the pavement to follow up on your last four job applications, but no, prepare the house so that when the monthly free bug killer man ( the landlord provides....) arrives tomorrow, Thursday, our house will look normal.
Oye. It makes sense, in a way.
In my heart I am hoping and have faith that a full time Curriculum Coach or Language Arts teaching job will come up. Soon!
You should see the weather and the clouds and the feel of the ocean here, like the beach, but miles from any large body of water. I sniff the atmosphere and it's not Sahara, it's paradise.
Just got really windy.
Peace. Moonbeams.
Diane
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