10:16 am-Arthur C. Clarke died. I read a lot of his books. He was 90.
Not much else-waiting for the news about the job. I talked to the recruiter and he said that I was the best of the candidates they’d seen. So, wait, wait, wait. Home Monday, kids to bed, up Tuesday, run around at school, work, broke the news to my staff, took Matt’s stilts to school, went to storage and inventoried, did the same thing at home. Gotta go back and look through the 29 boxes I didn’t go through. Home, dinner, kids to bed. Up today, kids to school, here at work. Waiting.