First Monday without a job. In almost three years. This is a bit scary for me right now.
It is scary, not having a job. It is important I keep busy; keep writing this blog; keep applying for new positions. Being a new country girl, this will be more challenging than ever. I cannot drive to town whenever at every whim.
My husband’s grandparents borrowed me an old book my parents-in-law found in our garage rafters (we are living in the house my husband’s grandparents built, then sold to my in-laws, who then gave it to us).
A 1928 edition of Romantic Poetry of the Early Nineteenth Century. My dad has a lot of these types of readings in his office; but it only slightly interested me. Now with more time, I would like to learn something. Anything.