What a busy week--I'm ready for a three-day weekend, big-time.
The good news is, The Kid finally got an interview for a real job, a one-year appointment. (For those just getting started in her academic field, that's typical.) Thirty-six hours after the interview, she got the offer. So she's elated, scared, sad, the usual mix. It'll all be fine.
Luckily, she actually wants her mom's micromanaging skills. So we're making list of things to do, to take, to abandon, yada-yada-yada.
Maryn, whose Kid has inherited her liking of a great many things, all of which need to be evaluated as worth moving or not