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Himself: Swam. Looked just perfect for this last interview. Took me to the doctor’s office.
Herself: Dozed, docs, and home to doze some more.
Reading: Randall’s “Too Many Magicians.”
All of which came from a really good third interview where they even discussed money. But the company feels they must wait till July 1 before hiring him, and would he be willing to wait the two months. He said he would. Now it all boils down to: are they willing to wait two months until they can hire him. He is the perfect fit….they all agree. “A car guy,” one man called him, and he is.
Meanwhile, I was curled up with a book, curled up here, dozing there. All those joyous bits you do when invaded by a virus. The doc was kind but firm…I have to use my inhaler four times a day, and she gave me a breathing treatment there in the office. I was 98 before, I was 98 after using that little thing that goes on your finger, but she was pleased that I wheezed less after.
Now I have a saddened brain that there is no decision on G’s job, and I have a new antibiotic, more sprays, new cough pills, and a determination not to let this latest bug get me down.