D dropped his jacket and tie on the sofa, since they will need a trip to the dry cleaners before any more interviews. A warmish and humidish day, and a fast walk in less than ideal shoes. But a promise to hear tomorrow one way or the other from the library folks who interviewed him, along with two other candidates. He's not feeling like he's quite qualified, and is as afraid of getting it as of not getting the job.
We saw no point in shooing Moby off, since he is so content, and the suit is in need of laundering even before cat fur application.
Still hoping for rain, the last one has long ago evaporated.
No word, so we are assuming the job went to one of the others. A little sad, but some sense of relief. Hope for another position for later.