No, I'm Not Going on Hiatus, Too

Hi. Yes. I'm well aware that it's past 1pm my time and I still haven't posted. It could owe to one, all or a combination of the following:

♦ I woke up at 3am worrying about the school Mardi Gras party, for which I'm sorta kinda in charge. I knew we would have a meeting about it this morning and that I would feel better about everything (and I did) but still. There are always a ton of details to a thing like this and I always want to make sure all the i's are dotted and all the t's crossed. Like a gerbil on a wheel the mind races in circles: Is 3 vats of gumbo going to be enough? It will be if no one shows up. But if no one shows up then we won't make any money and that would bite. But what if a ton of people show up? Does someone have time to go get pizzas? And around and around again.

♦ My whole entire life might be changing. For months I've toyed with the idea of going back to work. In the absence of Graydon Carter stumbling upon my blog and insisting that I become a featured columnist at "Vanity Fair", I've been half-heartedly poking around job listings. The thing is, it would be nice to make some extra money, especially with The Child heading to high school in a few years and people wanting to travel and all that. I've always thought it would be nice to earn the money for school tuition, travel and the occasional new piece of furniture. The hope had been to manage that with writing, even though I know this is not a profession one takes up to become rich.

But then, of course, there are all the implications if I did go back to work, especially as regards writing. I didn't write when I worked full-time before, I was pretty sure I wouldn't again. And after 13 years of setting my own schedule and making my own priorities, the thought of taking some soul-sucking job just for a few extra pesos, not to mention the dramatic change to the way our family operates, well, it just never seemed worth it.

But last week a friend told me about this gig. A gig that, on paper, sounds like the sort of job I'd make up during a round of "Create that Dream Job". A gig that involves both writing and food (hello?), that is located about 5 minutes from The Child's school, that has awesome benefits. (And no, oddly, I have no idea what it pays but since my current salary is $00,000.00 per annum, it's got to be a net gain). It's the sort of job that, were I to get it, would actually fuel my creativity rather than sap it. There would still be time to blog and work on books.

I'm trying not to get excited or invested or any of those things. It's not like I have to get a job this very second. Just because it sounds perfect doesn't mean it is. And I don't want to be anywhere that isn't the right place for me to be. So I'll apply and wait and see and if I get to the next round and remember how to interview and manage to prove to them what an asset I'd be to their company then, hey, great. And if nothing comes of it, at least I got my resume in shape.

So yeah, that's consumed a lot of energy.

♦ What else? Oh, right, we have our annual Carnevale feast on Saturday and I haven't even planned the menu yet. That could be an issue.

♦ Plus, I just had an email from JP saying that more of our videos have gone missing so we are still hating Viacom and have to figure out what we're going to do over at Here's the 80s . Fortunately, the club is all on one level or a certain someone would be on the balcony.

So, sorry. I'll try to do better. Now I have to run down the street after our garbage can because it's super windy right now.