Ran into another guardian bum-angel yesterday. I didn’t take his picture for fear that it would reveal he didn’t exist.
I’m leaving my regular post at the newspaper. I put in my unofficial two-week notice last week. Instead I’ll work as a freelancer, which will allow more time to write for myself and supplement the income I’ll make as a nanny.
A nanny you say?
Yes. In two weeks I start watching seven kids in St. Pete.
Seven kids you say?
Yes. One family. Seven kids.