I guess I've run out of steam. And, of course, you know that with Dirtman around, the air is filled with the election. We were both surprisingly ambivalent as to who won, but Dirtman loves the whole process, so it's been nothing but election coverage for several days now.
And me? I've been busy trying to slap together a "business" wardrobe, shooting out a resume to anyone who will accept it and then knitting. My job hunt would be almost comical if it wasn't happening to me. I feel like I should just cut to the chase and send a cover letter like this:
Dear Sir or Madam:
Enclosed please find the sum total of my professional life. Won't you take a moment to totally reject this portion of my life? Or, better yet, just toss my submission aside and don't respond at all so I am forced to follow up with a phone call, at which point I may experience the rejection firsthand.
Thank you for your time and your negation of everything I've done professionally over the course of the past 35 years.