Unemployed

Its official.  I am out of work.
A year of level two clean-room cleans prepared me for the ungodly chore of cleaning a rental house (almost).  I'm keeping my fingers crossed the petrified mouse that fell from the basement ceiling and hit me in the neck didn't carry the hantavirus.  Cleaning an incubation chamber however, did not compare to the funk I discovered growing in the seals of my refrigerator (though Kevin might disagree with me on this one)
I've been sleeping on a hard wood floor for the past week and am happy to say, those days are over.  My level of crankiness has risen incrementally in recent days, but its all down hill from here.
Well, almost.
On the way home the car I was driving through blizzard conditions died and I'm waiting impatiently for a call from the mechanic.  I had to eat jelly bellies for lunch because everything else was packed, and I can't brush the fuzz off of my teeth because my toothbrush is MIA.  I suppose this is all preparation.  I am cultivating a healthy respect for the unpredictable.  And unfortunately, poor dental hygiene.  It's all about the cultivation.
Farewell to all of my friends in Spokane!  I have had one of the best years I can remember.