Waiting...

Today is nesting day. I'm not getting out of my jammies; I am enjoying flitting in and out of the kitchen while listening to Season Eight of Friends. I'm not answering the phone; I am paging through my cookbooks to find some lovely recipes for tonight's dinner. (Choices: Homemade Chili, Cheese and Onion Soda Bread and Chocolate Gingerbread for dessert. I rock.)

I know what you're thinking: Every day with you is nesting day. And you would be right. However, I have a good feeling about this last resume I sent in. I'm torn whether I should say anything else about it because that's usually a fabulous way to jinx the entire deal. So I'll tell you that much, then post again if something comes from it.