Halfway through the week

OK, it's official. I miss the boy. You know, the 14-year-old, 5'7" tall, 125-pound, size 10 shoe, little boy. I miss the bedtime prayers and talks, the non-stop eating that is followed by "I'm not hungry", and I even miss the eye rolling - and the laugh that comes next after I've seen him do it. I'm really looking forward to the concert on Friday night and bringing him home, even if it's only for one day before he goes away for another week. Won't be long now before he starts spending all his time doing homework and we won't see him much then, either, but at least he'll be home (some).

Still job searching. I know the right thing is out there and I just have to find it. I interview tomorrow for one that sounds interesting, and people are starting to contact me with ideas. Allen says to put the word out on my network, but I don't know many people looking to hire right now. We'll find out, though, won't we? Keep those prayers and wishes coming.