The community college called this morning--the English department head to be exact. He was calling to ask if I'd be interested in potentially teaching online classes, and I said an enthusiastic YES since that would mean teaching in my pajamas from in front of my computer. He didn't know if the online gig would work out for Fall, but he was apparently very impressed with my interview and upset that I didn't get the full-time job. So, he should be in touch in the next week or so to let me know more about the prospects. He also mentioned that several faculty will be retiring in the next year or so and he wants me in. Do a little dance with me, kids. For real, yo.
The weekend was busily uneventful. Nothing out of the ordinary. I wrote, I unpacked, we looked at houses.
Wait. Huh? Houses? Yes, houses. Some very pretty ones, too. No specific plans in the works, just lookin'. I love lookin' at houses. Even if there was no chance in hell of ever buying one, I would still want to look at houses.
July 4th plans are sketchy. I'm sure there will be food and cooking out and fireworks. Let's all hope I don't blow something up.
The damn mouse continues to elude us. B. got really irked near the end of last week when he went to grab a granola bar and the mouse had already infiltrated all three of them. Ha! Now he won't poo-poo my bitchings about our rodent friend.
The rest of the day shall be supremely uneventful as I write articles for the freelance gig. I should clean the house and work out, but I don't wanna. I had a hot dog for lunch and now I'm feeling sluggish. It was a yummy hot dog, though. These North Carolinians brilliantly top their dogs with cole slaw, and that's a culinary habit I can get on board with. I have a feeling I'll be reading Shopgirl from the haven of my very comfy chair in just a few minutes.