I'm pretty obsessed with tomorrow's interview, and it's making it hard for me to be interested in anything else.

Yesterday was a beautiful day, sunny and highs in the 60s. We are looking forward to having that weather for most of this week--and beyond?

We had a walk, ate pancakes, and went to the Fellowship. I enjoyed meeting a new member, Mark, who moved here from the Asheville UU church for his work. Ray was participating in the Mystery Friend reception. My parents called and met us at Peking Restaurant, where they treated. I was restrained, in that I only allowed myself one trip to the buffet. I am hoping to lose 10 pounds by tomorrow, but I don't think it's going to happen!

My mother and I went to the grocery store, while Ray and my Dad went home. Guess what? Sunday afternoon is a really bad time to go shopping, because everyone else was there. But dog food was on sale.

By the time we got home, there wasn't much left of the beautiful day and I started working on supper. My Dad was planting onions with the potatoes. They left.

About 6, Deb and John arrived and Becky and Kent a little later. Deb and John made baked apples and Becky brought a delicious salad. Becky and Deb and I went upstairs and picked out a shirt to wear with my new suit tomorrow, as well as shoes. Becky did something fancy with my hair (a waterfall), which looked really cool, but didn't seem like something I could do without her help. We also looked at the makeup situation and decided not to do any eye makeup. We were afraid it would be worse to do it badly than not at all. Becky was telling me I needed three different colors and I am afraid I put my foot down. I said not even for a job interview was I going to do that. I can do some mascara and blush and lipstick and that's about it. I have to iron the blouse and buy a brown hair holder, but otherwise I'm ready. Like Miss Congeniality -- Armed and Fabulous (except not really armed). At dinner, John and Becky and Deb asked me hard questions, so I could practice. The worst one that I hate when they ask is tell me a time when there was a conflict and how did you resolve it? Honestly, I can never remember examples of this sort of thing--a problem you solved...I guess I can't say, "just trust me. I can handle it."

By the time they left just before 10, I was so worked up, it took me hours to fall asleep and then I woke up early obsessing about what to say.