18. A Quick Hello
It's time for me to go to bed with a book and a cup of tea but I wanted to write you a quick letter - somehow the last couple of days just ran away from me and I didn't even stop by to say boo. I've been really nervous about the upcoming interview, and spending as many hours convincing myself to run away from doing it as I have convincing myself to go through with it. I'll do it - it can't kill me right? - but I don't think I'll take the job, even if I'm successful. I just can't bring myself to work full-time. Not yet. I can't decide if this is selfish or sensible. It probably doesn't matter.
We enjoyed some spring sunshine today, for the second weekend in many months. Warren and the girls even had a picnic outside on the deck. They're tight, those three.









