It's nearly the middle of the night here on the West Coast, and I'm preparing to go out for a run. Amy's sleeping--she's been so busy with homework and student teaching, she's hardly getting enough rest. Tonight, she went to sleep at a normalish time, and I'm glad for it.
Tomorrow, she teaches her first official lesson--on homonyms. Or, more specifically, homophones.
On Tuesday, I lost my job. The beautiful, wonderful company I worked for is out of money. There's a chance things will work out. And a chance that they won't.
So I'm taking stock of myself again--trying to figure out what to do. I can certainly freelance for a while, though I wouldn't want to survive off of it. But that's not what I mean. I think this may be a divine push in another direction. I have no idea what that direction is, but I'm willing to look every which way until one way makes more sense than the others. I've always wanted to be a teacher. And a writer. Among other things.
In the meantime, if you've got any leads on work, especially freelance work, you know how to reach me.
And in the meantime, too, peace be with you.