(Friday, I came back from a visit to Erik's new place with four boxes of Ambar's Old Stuff that had been sitting in the garage at Mercy St. I've already been through two of them. No surprise, there is hardly anything in there I want (aside from the handful of letters from my two faithful correspondents when we were all in high school), but there are clothes which should be washed before being donated.)
I was outside feeding Palisades when the phone rang. It was an HR person from Google.
Google called me.
I have a phone interview tomorrow.
Color me gleeful.