I always used to joke that my "soulmate" - if such a thing exists - was probably living in East Timor and got killed in the unrest there. I was wrong. Instead, my soulmate is twelve years older than I, happily married and living in Scotland. *sigh* I suppose it's just as well, the habit of finishing each other's sentences would probably drive all concerned completely mad.
They are ranking the package for the job tomorrow - which involves looking at the eleven of us on the list, deciding if they are going to interview, etc. There are, of course, all sorts of arcane rules involved, so there's not much to do besides fret, or try to keep from fretting. At least I'm busy.
Oh look, it's raining. With lightning even, a touch. I have no coat, my sun-hat, and I'm wearing sandals. Whee! Fortunately I am drip-dry, not dry clean only.