"Didn't y'all do anything while I was away?" I asked the kid, surveying the heaped up dishes and empty fridge.
"Yes!" she said. "I filled an ice cube tray!"
She was kidding. And I exaggerate. It's not that bad.
But apparently if I ever die or leave the two of them will be dead in six months.
Any of this connected to the job search you mentioned at one point?
Sadly, no. I was at Boskone, in Boston, doing a reading from my novel.
So far only nibbles from the search. No one's even done a phone interview. :-<
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