*Snuggled in my Car...*

under the yellow pines outside Sisters, Oregon late last night, I turned on my cell phone to check messages. I did this because I quietly escaped the confines of work for about 24 hours without telling anyone. And I felt guilty enough to at least determine if my office had burned down (thus aleviating the need to pack thousands of books for a move between buildings). Among the many messages - how do all these people get my cell phone number! - was a call from the the Dean where I interviewed. We played phone tag a bit, but she caught me as I pulled back into town this afternoon.

She offered me the job.

NOW WHAT DO I DO?!