i know we suffer for fashion or whatever

One of the few positive consequences of being un(der)employed is that I have plenty of time to go running. ( The running woman )

In the meantime, job and grad school applications swirl about me. I could really use a stroke of luck on the first front; there's at least a chance that I found one this Sunday, when I went to Meeting for Worship for the first time in six years. But more anon, if it pans out.