Tom, I now recall, said that she’s already had an interview for a job. I assume it’s with a contracting firm, since there’s no way she’d have an interview for civil service this quickly.
DP and Kathleen have gone to Mass. Frank is loafing about. Vlad may be dead. James is alive: I had to ask him about his work schedule because what he put on the calendar is illegible.
Sally is coming over later to consult on Kathleen’s hair. Kathleen cut a big piece out of the back because she’s too wimpy to pick the knots out, and it looks idiotic. Sally will come up with a creative solution - hopefully with photos or drawings - and then I’ll take it to my hairdresser, Karen.
Contracting firms pay big money for overseas assignments. At least, they used to. It’s something the Late Igor did between his service in the navy and his transition to aerospace.
I’m going to sluff today, since there is no church as it were, as the temple is being re-dedicated prior to its re-opening on Tuesday. They will shut down between Christmas and New Year, then be open once again, brand new innards. Though I’m sad to say they have done away with the Chapel. That was a place of quiet contemplation for me when I lived in St George in the ‘80s.
Ohdear! Kathleen, what have you done? Looks like a new, shorter “Do” is in store for that girl. She can’t see the back of it, so it’s all OK! My great niece did that, but she was three!