I went to the restaurant where I worked up until this summer for breakfast this morning. I talked to one of my old buddies, and for the first time she didn’t ask me when I was coming back. I think they’ve finally accepted the fact that it’s not going to happen.

The irony of it all is that I probably should go back. I was thinking about it the other day (the logic of it all, not really about actually going through with it), and even though I’d be burning a lot more gas and would only be making minimum wage, I might actually come out slightly ahead. And coming out ahead at all would be a big change right now.

I don’t think I’ll be trading in my writing work for non-skid shoes and aprons any time soon, though. And it’s not really feasible to do both again right now. It would just be nice if things would settle down and I could get my work done in a timely manner and not have to even have a thought of going back to a J.O.B. cross my mind.