Read nothing of general interest this weekend, watching nothing of importance, and thought no great thoughts.

In fact, I spent most of yesterday crocheting. I thought thoughts, but nothing significant.

I think that some days, your brain just needs to go into neutral and rest. Not sleep-REM-rest, but processing time. My company is moving to Boulder, I've decided not to commute 3 hours each way every day, I'm not sure what I'm going to do for a living from here on, I'm worried about my poor, old widowed mother (they finally got their power and water back after a 2-1/2 day outage last week), my car is making a funny noise every time the temperature goes below 25, which is happening on a daily basis right about now, etc., etc., etc. I had plenty to process.

I did a bit of searching on the job sites one day and found--nothing at all.

Okay, there were a couple of free-lance writing/blogging things, but let's be honest and admit that I'm not qualified.

One of them was looking for a "young, fun, hipster" who was "in the know" about everything happening in Denver. Which so does not include me and even if it did, I'd scorn to work for someone who wants to hire a "hipster" in 2007.

Another was looking for someone who writes the funny. I've always thought that I might develop a knack for humorous writing, given any motivation but then again, if you're going to be funny, you're probably just funny.

Someone else was looking for people who want to be food writers, to go out, dine in Denver, and write up their thoughts. You have to know more about food than I know to be convincing at that.

In the arena of "unclear on the concept"," one nitwit was searching (under the heading of "editor") for someone to produce blog content for him/her. I checked the site and it's just a personal blog, which means the ad was tantamount to asking someone to write in your diary for you.

(I'm not seriously thinking I'll find a job writing--I was just discouraged by the lack of interesting possibilities in all of the Serious Job Fields and doing some idle surfing.)

An hour's unsuccessful searching isn't that big of a deal, though. It's sometimes taken me five or six months to find jobs in the past. As far as that goes, I tend to get more jobs through friends and networking than job ads, but the economy has been so bad for so many years that my other small company-preferring friends are mostly all in the same boat I'm in right now.

In other news, this weekend's storm only amounted to about 5" - 6" in our neighborhood, which isn't bad. This morning's commute was slow but the R.C. and I both made it safely to our respective offices. (Her meeting is coming up and she's leaving town in a few days so her company absolutely could not afford any more "snow" days.)

I went shopping on Saturday and blew through one of my holiday gift certificates at Borders, bought more yarn (largely of the wrong colors than what I needed), ate lunch, and did a bit of tidying in my room. The mound o'stuff on the drafting table is no longer threatening to avalanche all over the floor but, having now shelved all of those books, I see that I’m once again running out of shelf space and it's time to clean out the old collection.

On the way to work this morning, I saw a bumper sticker that said, "Thinking Women Vote Republican" and I decided that was fair. After all, there's no particular reason women can't think about freedom and equality and decide they're against them. "Stupid" isn't an exclusively male prerogative.