I have another part-time temp job! What fun when these turn up just as I'm feeling the four walls begin to close in. (Occasionally one turns turn up when I'm not in the mood, and I pass.)
So I get to dress up a little, be at someone else's desk at a certain time, and see people. Should be fun, and a bit different. Although I know the people, this is a place I've never worked before.
I'm still walking each morning (yay!), taking the online class, working at my dad's house, and making slow progress on the current WIP. And I've got a new writing project under consideration (meaning I intend to start a new project but haven't decided what form it will take).
I have a need to shake things up once in a while. Not sure if that's a disorder, or something for which I should be grateful.
Hey--one thing. If you see me standing at the corner on the way to the office, please let me cross the street. These heels are killing me.