Sundays....

A rainy afternoon spent at the neighborhood coffee house applying for jobs and savoring a bottomless cup of coffee. Cross yer fingers and toes that someone calls soon. My housemate's non-profit organization is now hiring a quitline phone counselor to talk to people who are quitting smoking and she may be able to get me the interview. I actually used to work for this organization years ago.

Tonight will be cooking spicy spaghetti for dinner and a friend's going away art show complete with a poet from Chicago.

I love Sunday nights when the world slows down and time feels suspended in the air.