It's A Good Thing I Like My Coat

I got home not too long after 3 o'clock this afternoon, made myself a cup of hot chocolate (with mini marshmallows) and paid some bills online. Around 4:00 I went out to look at an apartment. I didn't have to put on a coat because...I had never taken it off. The entire apartment, by the way, is covered in a yellowing shag, even the kitchen, even the bathroom. This is because the elderly landlord downstairs doesn't do well with noise. The land lady, who seems very sweet offered to negotiate price with me. This puts the place in the running; that's just how open I am being to possibilities!
Anyway, I got home close to 5:00, made dinner, did some online reading, staying current you know. It is now 6:15. I am still wearing my coat. And it's no flimsy wool number; this is blizzard grade down from the heart of Wisconsin! I am keeping the heat way low out of sympathy to my current very sweet landlords who are picking up the oil tab for the remainder of my stay, and out of fear that if they find me to be extravagant they will savagely stick me with the bill anyway.

Pro

I ordered myself chef's jackets today. Enough to get me through the week plus a couple extra. When I cooked at Emerson, there was a stack of jackets for anyone working in the kitchen (it was also my work-study job to mend all the jackets). Ever since then, an apron is just not good enough if I'm going to spend the day up to my elbows in food.
I'm about to embark on week 2 as cafe cook/manager, and am still feeling excited and grateful (and a little stressed). We have three different conferences already lined up for catering as well, so things are already taking off and growing. Can't wait for the leaves to do the same!

Empty Nest

The day before I left for the Virgin Islands (it was warm, fabulous, difficult to leave behind), Jane came over, wearing an expression equivalent to a thick San Francisco fog. She told me they sold the house, then burst into tears. I must say, if I have to be evicted, the blow was considerably lessened by my landlord weeping for me.
Its just not the right time for me and this place. Since I set foot inside I've had so many ideas and imaginings, but none of them ever crystalized to the point were I knew how to make the next step in bringing it about. And it is very cold and expensive to heat in winter!
I have no idea where I will go next, though I intend it not to be far, and I doubly intend it to be warmer. I will have a little gathering to say goodbye to the house, and then I'll set about the thing I detest: packing.
In other news, I have made it through my 1st week running the new cafe. For the most part my work was warmly received and I enjoyed doing it. And it the weekend has been glorious!