"I am putting myself to the fullest possible use, which is all I think any conscious entity could ever hope to do."

With the warm sun descending in the west, I took my book outside and sat on the concrete porch. Legs stretched out in front, I propped myself up against the wooden post as I delightfully turned the pages. Although concrete and wood quickly becomes uncomfortable after a couple hours, it was perfect... hearing nothing but the slightest breeze, rustling branches, or a curious cat sneaking around from behind.

I cleared my mind of my potential future plans and possibilities and concentrated on the moment; it was simply me, a book, and the only world I could see - the backyard.

The interview I had for the writing position is basically mine if I want it, and they are always looking for writers, which means I don't have to start right away. This gives me ample time to figure everything else out as I would still need to find another job to cover all expenses and a place to live.

I will already have a roommate, but I'll have to wait until the summer when the lease she has now runs out. It seems to be working out anyway as I recently received the opportunity for a temporary job with the Census Bureau, which should take me into the summer. I have an employment test for that next week.

All decisions now depend on this possible temp. job, so I stopped thinking about it and went outside. What a beautiful day.