Like a true workaholic, I am more tempted by enticing work opportunities than by almost anything else.

For example now. When I am really trying to cut down on work. Have promised myself to be in no more than a 100% position, combined, by the time the kid is born. And all of a sudden, along comes this really luscious job. Damnit!

But. It's OK. Do you know why? Because I know it's a test. Of sorts. Somehow, I am being tested. And that makes it bearable to turn away.

But man, o man! This was attractive.

Home. Feel like I just woke from a long sleep. Dreamt about lazy days and tropical forrests.

Georgia. On my mind.