Such a Perfect Day...

I'm listening to Lou Reed as I wind down quite a beautiful day, so his lyrics are suitable.

I got up at 5:30 this morning to make sure I was prepared for a meeting in Half Moon Bay at 9. I was, and once the fog cleared off the ocean, I was treated to a carefree day off. I spent much of it driving the Pacific Coast Highway in a convertible (rented), top down, whizzing by poppies waving in the breeze, whales navigating the azure sea, cows contentedly chewing their cud. Quite a picture. Until I ran out of gas in traffic coming back up 880 a little while ago. That wasn't so fun. But it did make the picturesque, beautiful part of the day that much more perfect.

I've been a bit busy lately, contributing to a lack of bloggidity. Sorry for that. There are still eloquent musings in the works, I just need to get some sleep first. I have multiple job offers in the works again, and some crazy transitions with the job I've been working, and even more job interviews. I hope it will all shake out soon. I guess it has to.
How long can one remain "In Between", after all?