wildcat

Work politics don't mean much of anything if you're not in it, trench-like, World War One pseudo-fiascos potboiling under the surface, but man! They're iridescently fascinating.

Not surprisingly, I didn't get that permanent position but I still have an interview to be scheduled soon for some temporary ones. Whatever comes, comes.

Walked around this morning with a first sentence like a loaded gun and then went downtown to meet up with Samara. We ended up having an extremely late lunch after she got done with the passport office and I had fired off the first sentence and half a paragraph besides; went to Ferris's Oyster Bar which was okay but not wonderful. Good company. We jabbered for while as our toes warmed up and then headed out into the cold, again, for a bus home.

One hundred and sixteen words sitting in my word processor and I keep staring at them and waiting for the next one to show up. Which is fine, I have some reading to do.