The application is due in a week, so I need to get on the ball with my cover letter. I'm plumbing the depths of Ask a Manager for advice, but the hard part is making it sound believable (not overly dramatic), interesting and of course, well-written. This is the first time my BA in English has made any difference, but I don't need to let my emphasis on Creative Writing bloat the letter with flowery language. I should just write, write, write and have J tell me what sounds crazy, and I'll keep the rest.
But J! He is defending his dissertation on Friday! After that, he has about a week to make corrections and graduate. I am absolutely not worried about this. I'm not worried about him, either, because he seems cool as a cucumber. I'm getting more and more excited about our life being more like it was a few years ago, when we had more time to do fun stuff! It's impossible to go back in time, but a return of a less-stressed and always-working spouse is going to be heavenly. When I think about how my conception of "having fun" has changed in the past few years, it is sad.