Oh my.

I can't talk about what I'm doing at work. I've been sworn to secrecy (I feel like a spy) because I'm transcribing interviews for someone at headquarters and he doesn't even want me to save what I'm doing on our hard drives at work. But it's fascinating. I'm beginning to have an indepth understanding of how polygraphs are administered.

I think the post office tried to contact me this week, but I was holed up doing the abovementioned transcribing. As I suspected, the class is not going. I had one student for ten minutes on Wednesday. However, they've got me doing some proposal writing, for a Life Skills course for September that they're trying to find funding for, and I got to spend an hour with my students from the social work program I was teaching before Christmas, so that was fun.

Today I cleaned house from top to bottom. Even vacuumed the rug in the laundry room. All is clean. This partly in preparation for Miguel's parents moving to town on Tuesday. Don't know if I've mentioned that... but coming they are, and soon. (I'm wondering if I'll ever have the chance to say, "this town's not big enough for the both of us...")

The sun is out a lot more now. It's 3:45 and it's not dark yet. It was a brilliantly sunny day, which is what sparked the cleaning frenzy. When it's dark all the time, you don't notice the dirt. ha. Miguel showed up back home just as I was emptying the last of the mop water. All that was left for him to do was take out the garbage. I think he has radar. Lurks over at the school, and then suddenly says, "Oh, she's done cleaning. I can go home now." I'm kidding. He offered to help, when he got back, but I wanted to get it over and done with. So that I could mess around later on this afternoon, posting here and answering emails. Also I have a new magazine, with promises of recipes. And I made some paper earlier this week that needs ironing and starching.

Interestingly enough, I read recently, an interview with a guy I went to university with. I was in the writing class he mentions, at the same time he was (he's a sweet guy) and the professor said much the same to me, about 'are you sure you want to be a writer'. I took it to mean (as I think he did) that I was wasting my time, and I stopped writing fiction for years. Turned to poetry and messed around with that. Anyway. Long story short, I have been writing fiction again recently. And enjoying it. If I ever get published, I'm going to give a similar interview, about how Professor R. W. told me I should rethink my life goals... (or maybe I should say, when I get published).