Beach Session

Coming back to cold and dark Olympia was a real drag.  It was so cold in the apartment we had to turn on the heat yesterday and so dark we needed to turn on lights just to read.  I believe we hit a high of 53 degrees.  Fairbanks Alaska (where Paul's brother lives) was 80.  (Paul's brother called to rub it in.)  The sun made an appearance today and we hit 60!  Woo hoo! 

The upshot of all this is that neither of us can stand the thought of living through another non-summer like last year (72 hours of summer weather... bah!).  Paul was so tightly wound yesterday I thought he might snap.  I was just loopy.  Couldn't concentrate on anything.  He asked me in the afternoon if I had come up with any brilliant ideas concerning how to get out of here.  I told him that the only thing I was thinking was "Why am I looking at jobs in Olympia when I really want to be somewhere warm?  I should be looking for a job somewhere warm."  And, I told him, that was followed by the thought of "Oh, yeah, the money part.  Guess I already knew that.  And there's the lease which doesn't expire until December."
So, I went to practice Qigong (which I decided to take up in an effort to get my chi flowing... or whatever it's supposed to do... I hear it's good for breathing and posture... apparently I've been breathing wrong for years... I didn't know, it's always done the trick for me... but more on that later) which didn't give me any new insights.  Paul went running (like he does every day although I suspect sometimes he just sits in the car and reads and then tells me he's been running) and came home all fired up.  He said I had hit the nail on the head and we should find jobs elsewhere.  He immediately applied for a case manager job in Huntington Beach and called a past employer (truck driving) to learn that they are hiring.
Then, this morning, a certain someone drunk dialed me to tell me how fed up he is in his current situation (living on the job which also happens to be where I was last working/living).  I encoraged him to consider sub-letting our place so we could go to California.  I read our lease and there's no explicit language forbidding sub-leasing.  He sounded, well, drunk but interested.
So things are getting interesting.  I found a couple of apartment manager jobs in Orange County (free rent!!) but need to put a resume together including my apartment manager experience (was leaving it out as much as possible to avoid getting sucked back into the non-profit vortex but I'll do it for the free rent!).
I was at Target this afternoon and found a pair of shorts I really liked so I bought them.  I'm done with buying warm clothes.  Must visualize warm.  I even bought a lottery ticket (though I never win... but I figure that up to now I wasn't even breathing correctly so maybe I can change my lottery luck like I can change my breathing?  It's a theory, anyway...).
Updates as they happen.  I hope they happen!