At the end of Friday’s job interview I asked if they wanted me to email references, and was told that wasn’t necessary. Which could mean no longer interested or, my initial thought, no need, we’re already sold. Funny thing is, I woke Saturday to that same place – I’m already sold or, no thanks, no longer interested.
What happened while I slept? In fact, the possible job wasn’t the only important current life reality I experienced as a potential seismic shift of feeling upon waking. Nights in Portland. Nights on the built-in bed. Night after night with vivid recollected dream.
I have another work interview with a different agency in a couple of hours, this one on the telephone. I’m going to begin by explaining why they may not want to interview me – an hours thing.
Job, no job. Either. Nature areas are so glad I’m back.
from a mountain bench 
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