...I've got a sore neck, and a second interview.

Oh, wait.

So it's not major excitement level yet, but things are moving right along here in Limboland. I was contacted this morning about the job I interviewed for last week, and they want me to come back in next Monday to meet the head of the department. Definitely a good sign. (At least, not a bad one.)

I spent yesterday helping Suzanne and Ero move into their new apartment in Brooklyn (An hour's drive away instead of fifteen minutes -- one more reason why I have got to move). It rained a little, but because it stayed cloudy, it wasn't terribly hot. But my entire upper body feels bruised this morning from all the lifting and carrying (moving in New York always involves stairs). It also represented my triumph over my Fear of Driving in the Big, Bad City: in getting from the old apartment to the new one and back home, I drove through 4 boroughs (Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, and the Bronx) on such previous terrors as the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway and the FDR. Too bad I'm planning on selling the car as soon as I move within the subway system -- I'm just getting the hang of this.

Dan's party on Friday was fun, too (and I had to drive to Queens without following anyone that time). It was really nice up on the roof -- and they happened to be shooting fireworks off at Shea Stadium, so we got a free show. So it was a good weekend and distracted me from worrying too much about whether the job people would call me back. Which, as it turns out, was not something I should have worried about after all.

More news as it becomes available, from your reliable (though not always up-to-the-minute) source for Whitney News.