I so want to be posting pictures and telling all about the Kenmore. Instead, I'm at the library, where Natalie and I have agreed to meet on my off days, polishing my curriculum vitae and cover letter in preparation for upcoming job applications. I have to keep reminding myself that at the end of this (tedious, nerve jangling) process lies a new job. Which means a new place to live. Which means room to spread out all my groovy stuff.
Must. Keep. Working.
You can't see that I am surrounded by the senior citizenry, a group quite fond of this back room where we are sitting. They are also fond of putting their feet up on the empty chairs at our table, regardless of how unsexy it makes us all feel.