Dearest Readers,

Dearest Readers,

My interview is over. It went fine. I think. There were good moments and a couple of awkward, "crap, I don't know what to say!" moments. But overall, I'm glad I came, would likely take the job if offered, and enjoyed the day (as much as such a thing is possible when interviewing).

I called Elle afterward and made my way toward the section of town in which she works. When I took the wrong exit, I decided that since I was heading toward the tallest freaking building, I could likely play it by ear. (Yes, I got lost. When you're among them, all the buildings seem tall!) After parking my car, I called my friend from the street.

"I'm confused and afraid," I told her. "Can you come find me when you're done with work?" She readily agreed and I sat, drinking my second mocha of the day (third cup of coffee overall) as I watched the mass of humanity move to and fro in the street. She came to fetch me, directed me toward her cozy apartment that feels surprisingly familiar, given that I've only visited once before. We had a wonderful dinner on her block - appetizer, ravioli and dessert - and returned to talk and laugh and watch television.

I'm growing too sleepy to write, so further details will have to wait. But there were enough quirky conversations and odd moments to create a worthwhile post later. But, for now, I'm full and happy and growing delightfully sleepy. And I wanted you to know I was thinking of you, and look forward to reading your updates when I get home tomorrow. In the meantime, I will sleep and perhaps visit the fish and otters and penguins that live downtown.

Until tomorrow, I remain yours, truly.