My bag seems to be packed just in time for my kids to get home and attack. I'm off to an interview this evening. I'm super excited that all traces of laryngitis are finally gone... two weeks later. Two days of talking could have been harsh. The gash on my face (courtesy of my son excitedly pointing out my nose) is also almost healed. I have been having nightmares about going into the interview looking like a mute pirate. I wonder what I'll dream about tonight instead.
Wish me luck.
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