In Colorado it’s 5:30 a.m.
After several full flights in the last couple of weeks, I was blessed to have a whole, glorious row to myself last night. Boots off, jacket against the window, I spread out to read my book (Mary Gaitskill’s Bad Behavior). No TVs on Southwest, which I consider a bonus (but we’ll see how it goes when I have someone sitting next to me).
I’m in Washington, DC, where they did, indeed, get a lot of snow. For those doubters out there, it wasn’t a big freakout over anything little — there is still a lot of snow on the ground. Enough that I will be wise to take a cab from my friend’s house “just outside the beltway” to the Metro station in a couple of hours rather than trying to negotiate sometimes-shoveled sidewalks. My interview is at noon. Afterward I think I’ll walk over to the Corcoran (it’s nearby!) and past the White House (also nearby! OMG!) before rejoining a dear friend and his dear wife for dinner. Tomorrow: no idea — filling half a day with something DC-ish before flying back to Colorado in time for another interview Sunday morning at 8 a.m. I wish I had longer to spend here — this is my first visit to our nation’s capital. If all goes well, maybe I’ll have five years to spend here?
PS — up to 8 interviews! I think that’s my final count, but still no official rejection from the 9th… Feeling really good about it. My application was sincere — focused more on what I was bringing into the programs than what I thought they might want me to bring in, and who I am rather than who I thought they were looking for. It’s good to know it was well received.