Here I am again, although writing here is like pulling teeth, and no I don't know why that is, and for a change I don't want to spend the one entry I'm likely to write this month agonising over why it is I'm not writing more. So just take it at face value, gentle reader, and move on to the next paragraph.

I am still unemployed, and while I wish I could claim blissfully so, it's not exactly the case. Oh, I do enjoy not having to work, but I don't enjoy not having financial security, not with my share of a mortgage to pay and those darned therapy bills. I sent out a bunch more resumes today, with aggressive (yet cheerful) cover letters, and we'll see what comes of it. In the meanwhile I explore other options, such as going to school fulltime (if I can get enough loan to cover my bills), or perhaps contracting.

While not mailing resumes to strangers who will never read them, I'm managing to fill my time. I've kept going to the library a lot, and developed quite a fascination for C.S. Lewis; despite not being Christian I find that I'm really enjoying a lot of his theological writings. Right now I'm reading _Studies of Words_, which is not theology but rather a discussion of how certain words in English grew to have their present meanings, and how the subtle changes of meaning in words can make older writers (even those as recent as the 18th century) take on different meanings to modern readers. It makes me want to find a very well-annotated copy of Shakespeare, so I can read some of my favourite plays very carefully and catch the original shades of meaning. It also makes me want to read a lot more books on this sort of language shift thing, but first I have to finish reading all the Lewis books in the library, which will likely take another month or two.