The weather since I left my employer has been utterly gorgeous, so
I’ve had the patio door open all weekend. In late June DC, this is a marvel.
I have a couple more hoops to jump through before my health
insurance is sorted, but I know what I need to do. It involves filing hard
copies of forms with a government office, but I’ll take a book along with me
for waiting in line.
I finally found where supermarkets file frozen passionfruit purée,
so I’m going to try making passionfruit pavlovas. If that doesn’t work out, I
still have some lemon curd from my last round of pavlovas last month. It’s all
good.
Two interviews are planned for this week; we’ll see what happens.
My sleep has been better for the past five days; huh.
I made another batch of pizza dough on Friday. I used the patio as
my proofing oven, as it was warmer than any room in my house. (I double-sealed
it with plastic wrap to keep out the critters; stand down.) It rose beautifully
and made the fluffiest crust I’ve had so far, and delicious pizza bianca.
A reader wrote to thank me for my
post on my friend, David Royle. That reminded me how blessed I was to know
him personally.
A friend whom I’m helping with his job search wrote a LinkedIn
recommendation that absolutely blew me away.
Another friend called on Saturday to check in on me. We talked for
more than an hour, and I taught her the difference between strategy and
tactics.
I could go on, but you get the idea. I have a great deal to be
grateful for, and I am.
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