The Stars and the Cookie Jar

So, good news: I have (possibly) the same job coming home as I do here. Now I must delicately and gracefully handle the situation without burning bridges.

I am worn, worn utterly thin with the way things are going here. I'm sleeping too much when I'm not at work, although that may just be the sane physiological response to the heat here. I write in notebooks and lack the basic impetus to deal with my nasty dead laptop and type it up. Not good! Not good!

Well, anyway, I should be packing. But it's so hot....

So the Big Raissa Scene is getting kicked and knocked about, but remaining basically true to what it was; and I have my Usual Muse to thank for it. This time, this time, I see the end in sight!

Wheeee!

....I had to share, sorry.