I just read over the entry from yesterday--the computer had crashed as I was writing it, and I had to recreate a couple of paragraphs--and realized that I had forgotten to mention one thing from yesterday.

My job interview was at 3:00, so I got to the office building abuot 2:45; Bob called as I was going up in the elevator, so I talked with him briefly, then turned the phone off so it wouldn't ring while I was in the interview.

The interview lasted probably a half hour, then I went upstairs to talk to Misty (I'm interviewing at the place where she's working), and we probably talked for fifteen minutes or so, then she walked down with me to the door, and by the time I got into my car to drive home, it was about 4:00. I turned on the phone and, of course, in the ONE HOUR that my phone was off, BOTH doctors called me.

The alarm went off at 7:00 this morning; we had a guy coming to treat for termites at 8:00. He got here pretty promptly, and started drilling around the outside of the house, and then he said he needed to get into the garage, and I went out and moved my car; when Bob went out to talk to him and see what we needed to do, he said we had to move everything away from the garage walls.

Well. I guess it would have been nice if someone had mentioned that to us earlier, like a few days ago, or a week ago, when we made the appointment, but oh well. So we frantically started moving everything out of the garage into the driveway. It's not like we didn't need to do it anyway, and really, it's probably better to have to do it that way, under pressure, because you don't have time to sit around and think about it, and it wasn't bad, really, but I could think of a lot of other ways I would have preferred to spend that couple of hours.

And Bob still had to go to work today, had to be there at 11:00. We both worked on it, the guy treated the garage, then the doorbell rang, and it was the cable guy. I stuck the cats in the bathroom because he (the cable guy) was upstairs, then out in the backyard, then back to his truck in the front of the house . . . all the while the termite guy is drilling out in the garage, and we're trying to clean it out.

Quite a circus here for awhile.

The garage is pretty clean now, though. There are about ten big trash bags sitting out in the driveway ready to go to the curb on Sunday night, and I have a pile of stuff by the back door that I need to sort through and put away--mostly stuff I've brought home from my last three jobs. But I think I'll wait and do that a little later.

Right now I'm going to eat some lunch, then go take a shower and then go mail some stuff and try to have a normal afternoon before the day at the hospital tomorrow.