The last 24 hours have been wild.
I found my mad Aussie mate is still alive but our contract is shot. This morning, though, I got a message from a...um...high speed, low drag outfit that I put out feelers to a few months back but got no reply.
'Hey, man, you were in my spam folder. You still looking for a contract?'
Impeccable timing.
Between that and the fact that the new girl and I are going on our first actual, official date next week have made it my best day in a while.
She's in my neck of the woods for a hand-to-hand course. We are going out afterwards.