Quakerin' in my boots

Got an interview tomorrow at Moses Brown, a groovy little Quaker school hereabouts. True, I'm not Quaker myself, but if I had to be Christian, I'd want to be a Quaker. They're kinda chill about things in general (or, at least, that's how Quakerism seems to manifest at this school). And they make some damn fine oats. Plus, the job would only be for a half year, so even if I get it, I'm not sure I'd do it.

The Mother says she's sending a big box of snacks my way. This is very good, because snacks are in short supply in my home.