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....