And a-one and a-two

We are trying to dance with our situation and not combat it. We realized that we were exhausting ourselves trying to prevent catastrophe and it might be less jarring to take a Tai Chi approach.

Aaron is in North Carolina interviewing for a job in Charlotte. He interviewed for a position in San Francisco yesterday which went really well. It gave him some of his confidence back before he left for Charlotte this morning, which he well needed.

Perhaps predictably, the company Aaron is interviewing with did not front the expenses for the trip and will instead reimburse him. They already warned him that the reimbursement process takes a very long time, which put us in a true quandary, as we haven't had any cash reserves for ages.

With a sense of pulling the ripcord we maxed out our last card and bought a ticket, hotel and rental car for North Carolina. Only time will tell us if this is a free fall or a jump off a cliff.

We are really excited at the prospect of being back on the east coast, even that far south, and are trying to not count our chickens before they are hatched. Especially hard for me to sit still and let things unfold. I am 10 steps ahead worrying about background checks and relocation packages; I already made up a flyer to post in our complex for the stuff we would sell.

Yet this week is one of mundanity. The project I am on is stalled, waiting on someone else's deliverable. Olivia had a severe reaction to a penicillin she was taking for an ear infection and we had to make an unscheduled visit to the pediatrician. She looks like a walking pomegranate, her skin is so livid with rash.

We had to leave the house at 4AM this morning to bring Aaron to the airport. It completely messed with Olivia's sleep schedule, she slept late, took no nap and went to bed at her usual time after coming undone the hour previously. We were both strung taut this afternoon.

It's quiet now. The hoodlum at the front parking lot, blasting his car stereo for blocks, has finally moved on. It's just me and the hum of the various computers, the snorting and wheezing of my dog, the stirrings of my anxieties and hopes.