I'm still job hunting, but have not had one call back. Not one. I am trying not to be discouraged about this. I know that after Thanksgiving, I can go back to my customer service job, if need be. (Dear God, please don't let need be...)
But today, I cooked. I had new recipes and I spent a pleasant afternoon chopping and mixing, cooking, listening to music. It felt luxurious to be able to do this. I am perfectly, perfectly happy in this quiet moment. I know that it will change. I know that I will be back to some sort of job after Thanksgiving (please let it be a pleasant one...) It just feels nice to move around my own kitchen in my bare feet, sipping wine, with the smells of rosemary, tarragon, basil and garlic swirling around me.
I'll be going back to work. I need the dough. But tomorrow, I will knead dough, and I will be perfectly content.