I’ve quit my job and accepted a new one. I’m over the moon.

I basically haven’t stopped gliding around my apartment with jazz hands singing, “Start spreading the news!… I’m leaving today!…” while pretending I’m part of a kickline. Except when I take a break to do the electric slide.

Not that I haven’t given this decision the serious and careful consideration it deserves. I have. I made a list.

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New job, new car, and a new wicker basket from Hobby Lobby in which to store my umbrellas cat. Not a bad week, all told.

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