They offered me the job.
I'm on my way back to New Orleans.
There persists a strong, pervasive sense that none of this is real. Maybe it's because I've wanted it for so long, the transition to "dream realized" is difficult.
Maybe it's depression.
Maybe I'm psychic.
I am feeling stronger every day. Look at me: it's not even 10 yet and I've eaten breakfast, walked to the post office and on to the library! Not to mention finding the focus to make a blog entry in this less-than-ideal setting. Amazing.
Yesterday I had a stressful telephone conversation. A woman who recently made a mistake at my expense. She "apologized" when I mentioned it to her at the time and again a few days later in a couple of voicemails she left. For a couple of reasons (that I only came to consciously understand during our conversation yesterday), I never actually said "I accept your apology" and she was very bothered about this. "Are you going to accept my apology so I can move on?" she asked.
Ya know what? The thought of writing any more about that episode makes me tired. How do you think it ended?