Semi-Daily Scribbles

Kay asked in August how the job hunt was going. Ok, I replied. The weather was good and I kept busy with weeds and whatnot. At the height of summer, no situation is bleak. Kay asked again today. I didn't have the heart to tell her my soles were far from worn down. Still springy as the day they came out of the box. January is no month to iron trousers and wear ruts in the sidewalk in search of work. At this time of year weeds don't even need me. And to think bleak is a word I seldom use. I'll spare Kay from hearing me say it, at any rate. Will have to go for something other than ok, though.