I haven’t had a job outside the house for 1 year, 3 months, and about 11 days. And so, I’m writing a blog. I actually hope no one stumbles across this for a good while, because I don’t think it will be worth reading for a good while. But I am going to write it.
Last night I was talking to my Mama on the phone about how frustrating it was to apply, apply, apply for jobs and never hear back. She told me I should be writing, and she’s a smart woman. And so, here it goes Mama. Also, I miss you. I wish we lived closer.
My dogs are asleep on the couch next to me. Dog sighs and snores are some of the coziest, funniest noises. I’m about to wake one of them up to go on a run with me.
And so, this is the end of the first post.