AAAAAAAAAH!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!! AAAAAAAA!!!! EEEEEEEK!!
<Knot running in circles waving arms in air>
AAAAAAH!!!!! EEEEK!!!!! AAAAAAAAH!!!!! EEEEEEEK!!!! AAAAAAAAH!!!!
<alternating expressions of elation and terror>
Pant! ** Pant! ** Pant! ** Pant!
<breathing into a paper bag>
The PT wrote back already, and he wants my resume and CV!!! Holeeeee Toleeeeeedo!
Of course, that means nothing really, but at least my quick little email was interesting enough that he wants to hang on to my resume for when he opens his own practice at the end of the year.
Now I gotta start polishing up the ol' Boast Sheet. (or other phrase that starts with B and S)
B'fast was yummy. Wouldn't it be great if I could just put out the call to all the TE'ers: BBQ at my place! Bring your bike! I'll supply the Portabellas the beer, the iced tea, and the pop; bring something to share. And we'll go for a ride, too. We could overflow from my apartment onto the patio and grass. The kids could run around. The spouses could get together and talk about how nuts we are. And as it started to get dark and dusky everyone could pack up and head home, ready to face the week.
Sigh.
It's gonna be a beautiful day today. We've got the widows open and are listening to blues on KEXP. Dog is sleeping by the screen door. SKnot is playing Gameboy. Bikes are glowing in the diffused sunlight. Sigh.
"If Americans want to live the American Dream, they should go to Denmark." - Richard Wilkinson