Miscellaneous

1. Have very flushed complexion, because the stupid steroids give you hot flashes;
2. Cough up half a lung during the interview, because the residual bronchitis just will NOT give you a rest;
3. Have to ask for water during interview, because just can't stop coughing;
4. Get almost no sleep the night before; and
5. Forget 75% of the brilliant and insightful things you wanted to say.

Other than looking like Richard Nixon in the Nixon/Kennedy debate, I thought it went rather well.  It's very odd - I haven't interviewed for a job in 9 -- count 'em, 9 -- years.  However, after law school, trial court appearances, and oral arguments in the Oregon Court of Appeals -- and you know, growing up -- it wasn't nearly the terrifying experience I'd remembered. 

I do apologize for blog silence, but seriously, did you want to hear about the third antibiotic they're trying on me? 

In other, more interesting news, Peach hugged me.  I was on the phone, sitting on the floor in her room, and thought she was just trying to climb up me.  I absently supported her while she put one arm around my shoulder and the other arm around my neck -- and rested her head on my chest.  A few minutes later, I realized that no, she wasn't sleeping, she wasn't climbing, and she wasn't on her way somewhere else - she was just enjoying leaning against me and holding on.  It was awesome.