Nesting

Beware of nesting, a friend told me, "...it's a seductive life, soon you'll forget about the rest of the world."

I can see that. Here I sit in my sunlit kitchen with my laptop and my dog, a cup of coffee to my left and a tree with ripe fruit just off the back porch. There are dishes to be done. Wouldn't hurt to vacuum. Still need to walk the dog and meditate. I've read most of the paper, but saved a few sections for when my husband comes home for lunch.

I think it's safe to say I've emailed my resume out to everyone I could think of to help with my job search. There are a lot of eyes out there for me. Plus some volunteer opportunities, and opportunities tend to lead to more opportunities.

This is a holiday week, so for me it was mainly about laying the groundwork. Next week means more follow-up: follow-up on job applications, hound the EDD until I can get through their perpetually-busy phone lines to find out what's up with my UI claim, actually leave the apartment to visit the people I said I'd visit, etc. All in good time. A friend of mine said the last time he was out of work, he decided to spend the time golfing because he didn't know when he'd ever have that kind of time to himself again. It was Winter, which meant hitting into fog-enshrouded hills and often ending up with more balls than he started with.

Until then: nesting. Cleaning, hanging out, painting, reading, emailing, or whatnot.

Coffee's done. Time to move on.