Last night, Tom and Kitty came over for dinner and afterwards we wandered down into the field to sit and watch the moon rise. It sure looked just like a full moon although, technically, it isn't full until tonight.

Maybe that's why I had trouble sleeping? Hmm, doubtful. Think I've just got a case of the nerves. This morning is my second interview for the dream job and I seem to be obsessing over the fact that I just don't have the right shoes.

I am not a shoes person; I am a sneakers person. The shoes I wear from May to September are a pair of Dansko platform sandals (one in black, one in bright green) and Coquette can tell you how very, very pretty they are--not. They aren't pretty. What they are is comfortable.

Yes. I am one of those dread pirate types who wears compfortable shoes. Worse, they are open-toe and I feel I need to wear close-toe shoes to the interview (see how ridiculous my mind is obsessing?) and I really don't have any that would in any way work.

Okay-- that's it. See, the beauty of putting the crap that's in my head onto the page is that I can then see how utterly absurd, ridiculous and otherwise shut-the-fuck-up annoying it is. Who cares. Tie bells onto your toes--- just go to the damn interview and get the damn job.

Pretty please? Could I please get the damn job?

Not surprisingly I got up early this morning (it was either butterflies or dysentery). As I had the time, I grabbed a couple of shots while the dogs wandered out for their morning constitutional. Now, I ask you, with vistas like this, who in their right mind would be anything but cool, calm and serene? Sheesh, woman. Get. A. Grip.

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