The transition begins . . .
Dave has a second interview on Monday for a job he is not super excited about and doesn't pay well. But it's a job.
I have to find a place to live in Paris, get all the paperwork together for a visa, and teach a summer course.
These things are great, just a little confusing.
In the meantime, we've been keeping ourselves warm during a chilly late spring by fulfilling our Santa Cruz routine of making dinners, watching dvds, reading books, playing tennis.
I was told by my adviser recently that I'm a "slow writer." Which I don't think is at all true. So, right now, I'm gearing myself up to write an email about the inaccuracy of that characterization. In the least accusatory or defensive manner possible. Do I possess magical powers potent enough to compose such a letter?
