Oh, and I learned just moments before the interview started that my son's cat, that I got for him as a kitten eighteen years ago, had just died. Her sibling died earlier this year, but she'd seemed fine. Then, this morning, she was just lying still and not moving.

My sons and I have lost three kitties between us this year: the two they've had since shortly after their father and I divorced, and the most wonderful kitty in the world, Wizard, aka King of Cats.

Although I hope I did well in the interview, this has not been a particularly good afternoon.