It’s been over a week.

I don’t have a job or a place to live, but I’m feeling much better about life.  I’ve got some contacts in DC and I’m continuing to find more.  Instead of moving out to DC directly, I think - unless something comes through in the next couple of weeks - I’m going to go out for two weeks at the beginning of June and see what I can do in that time.  At the end of two weeks I’ll either prepare to move out there more permanently, or I’ll come home, regroup, and see where I’m at. 

I ended that sentence with a preposition.  I don’t care. 

That’s about all I’ve got.   Well, and after dogsitting this weekend, I want a dog.