Oh, no *laughter*. See, we have the top-floor apartment in this building, and there’s a tree very close to the corner, where the computer room is. And Phoebe can hear the squirrels as they run around on the roof — come to that, I can hear them. So for several weeks now she’s been perched on Michael’s speakers on the drafting table, staring upward eagerly. Well, just now Michael put her on top of the tall shelves on his desk, and then took her down again — so now she knows she can get up there, and has begun to leap up that high. I don’t know if she knows how to get down! *giggles* So now she is desperately trying to get more ‘up’ than the ceiling. Must get those squirrels!

Queen Phoebe is gazing imperiously down on me now.

So I got my tax incentive thingie the other day, and I was agonising over what to do with it; but since I still don’t have a damn job I’m going to try to hang on to most of it for a while. I’ve had some interviews, had one on Wednesday in fact, but so far nothing has come through. Still waiting to hear back from the people I interviewed with on Weds. but I don’t expect to hear anything before the end of next week.

I keep ending up in places where I’ve done everything I can, and moving on depends on other peoples’ choices. Blegh! I actually asked the ladies in the last interview if there was anything else I could do to prove I was the best, and we had a good laugh.

Mostly I’m just tired, in ways that defy recovery. My shoulders hurt a lot, and though I spend a lot of time in the sun sometimes I feel cold for no reason.

I will go back to testing Issue 12 now.