Okay, I've got a call in to the general manager of the resort where I want to work this summer. He said he will call me tomorrow, to dot Is and cross Ts. Or to at least get me to that point.

Yikes! I'm excited that there is a chance for this to really happen. Of course, I will need to see everything in writing, and take a few days to look it all over. I'm hoping for a 50/50 split, and subsidized housing, but I'm not sure how generous they can be.

Of course, in typical Scout fashion, my mind is working uber overtime. I won't share it, because I don't want Cajun and Dexter to worry about me or chastise me. :) Besides, y'all know how my brain works, and that means y'all know it's gonna spin down and come to a stop in a while. Well, mostly.

Mostly.

Summer on Orcas. Oy vey. I'll keep you posted. Cross your toes for me.