A lovely day. I'm at Cookie's, but in a down-time moment. She and the boy are out at a meeting, and I'm enjoying the apartment up in the sky. I will probably go for a walk, and when they get back I'll actually do some hardcore babysitting while Cookie meets with the woman who gave us this freelance work.

I think that any illusion I may have had about finding freelance writing work remains an illusion. I have no contacts. This job could conceivably lead to more work, but I am sort of a ghostwriter on this one.

I have an interview on Monday at a recruiter.