I wonder, sometimes (all the time).... what the hell is wrong with me.
One good thing -- the first time, ever, my editor has responded to my story saying she couldn't fit all of it in the paper, but it will all go online. No edits. (But I don't trust that I won't get a phone call tomorrow.)
There's a new kid at work. He's my new best friend. We have identical senses of humor. We can chit-chat. He's going to fix me up with his firefighter friend. Manna from Heaven?
I saw an old face yesterday. I missed it. Saw another old face today. I didn't miss that one.