So, we know one place we're definitely not moving to this year. (Bad news)
Chris has another phone interview this week. (Good news.)
I know, I know. Maybe it isn't bad news! Maybe the good news is that we're not moving to TX this year, because it would have been disastrous. Who knows but that the universe has spared us misery and sunshine in the interests of something much better still to turn up. It is supposed to be a comforting idea, and it is, really. Most of the time.
The rest of the time I can't help but think about those poor characters in novels who really suffer some drastic setbacks and misery, while the novelist toils away toward some happy ending, or some meaningful ending, or just an ending that could have been worse, so we decide it is happy. You know what I mean?
If my life is a novel, I hope it is more along the lines of Jane Eyre, say, than The Road.
I really, really hope my life is not a postmodern novel.