Sturm - und drang.
We're down here... the second-last to feel Noel's wrath. Newfoundland will be the last, but current reports are that the storm has tracked slightly westward, taking the eye directly over southern New Brunswick and hopefully - speaking from past experience - taking some of the punch out, by taking it over land a little longer, before it hits Newfoundland tomorrow.
In other news, Sherwood was right when he emailed to comment that the cat had let the monkey out of the bag last week. I submitted my notice to my employer yesterday. Then I went out and got drunk (or as near as is respectable for a lady of my years) with Husband and C. to celebrate.
I did not do so recklessly - out of the clear blue sky an offer I couldn't refuse dropped into my lap last week. The upside is that I will continue to work with the same multicultural associations and community associations that I work with now, only on a government payroll with much better pay and benefits. The downside is that I'll have either a 4-hour daily commute or will live away from Husband and the kitties for several days each week.
The adventure is that the lingua franca of the workplace is French. So it's going to be trial by passé composé, I suppose. However, living for part of the week in Moncton will give me plenty of opportunity to shop, eat, read, listen, and live in French, in the office and beyond; so it's time to put my parlez-vouses where my mouth is, I guess.
Wish me luck. I'm incredibly excited and absolutely terrified.