Otis Redding, orange leaves, snotty face... must be fall.

I've got slippered feet kicked up on the coffee table, my head is swimming with too much black coffee and too little water. It's golden outside. (I just realized what my next tattoo is going to be) The sky is perfect blue, the trees are perfect brown, the leaves are on fire and the grass is green and poofy before it turns into a winter old man's combover. I'm sick, struggling with a resume and managing to not think about good answers to predictable interview questions I will undoubtably be answering Tuesday morning. I took the CPAT yesterday for Burien Fire. I was sick, tossing and turning from 3am-5am with a fever before I got up and popped a bunch of advil and slept until 6:30. I've taken the CPAT before, no problem. I guess you could see it as a test of if A) you're alive and B) have muscles somewhere in your body. But, that's about it. I passed with 3 minutes to spare, my best time so far, (we're not supposed to know our times but I always sneak a look, the psycho Crossfit mentality wins every time) and I was definitely not in tip top shape. So, there's that. And I have an interview Tuesday morning. There are still 30 of us (unless someone managed to fail the CPAT, which I strongly doubt) competing for one job. But, shoot, that's a better chance than the 50 or so people that Tacoma isn't hiring or the 100 or so people Seattle isn't hiring. Not to mention the lack of phone calls/interviews from every other department I've submitted scores to in the past year. Burien is close to home, urban, and a shot at becoming a career firefighter. I'm stoked/terrified for my interview on Tuesday. But, today, I am home in Carharrts and slippers, sore from this stupid cold and the 8 minutes of activity from yesterday. If you type "Into the Mystic" into Pandora you get a pretty sweet soundtrack to write a resume to. Or register for your Level 1 Crossfit cert to. Or blog to. As it turns out. It's a pretty awesome day, even with this snot in my throat.