We're just over the halfway point of Matt's visit. How the hell did it go so fast? We've had so much fun living regular life together. Me coming back from work, eating dinner, snuggling watching TV or just lightly touching each other as we play video games. Waking up and kissing and snuggling.

He has the most gorgeous eyes.

He's met my mom and visited a few awesome places around St. Louis. Thanksgiving (next week already?) is going to be spent with 5 days at my dad's place in Maryland - we're going to spend time in DC, Baltimore, and Annapolis. Really, whereever he wants to go. I can't wait to share my family and some more of our history, both family and nation, with him when we visit.

Plans for when I move are not 100% ironed out yet. There's so much in the air that we've decided 'sometime next year'. I'm not thinking about it now, but when he leaves, oh, it's going to eat at me. I'll have to work extra hard to get over that. Ironically, I found out this week that maybe the gods are trying to tell me to follow my plan now and go into my writing career.

My overboss pulled T (my new supervisor) and I into his office and informed us that one of our big researchers is being wooed to move over into pediatrics. She may have to accept for political reasons. If she goes, then we lose seven grants. My and T's salaries are paid out of the grants we handle, so if we lose that big of a portion of our grants, I've inferred that one of our jobs will be in danger. I know it's 'last one hired, first one fired', but frankly, I'm tired of my job. Having calculated how much unemployment I would get, I would get pretty close to what I take home now - conservatively $1600/month. I've decided if she goes and we have to have one of us cut, I'm going to offer to take the cut. T loves the job; I don't. I love writing and being a free spirit, and I want to move over into my career as of next year anyways.

So, well, no matter what way it rains or shines, at least I'm covered.