Mostly written Sunday

And then I was sleepy all week. So very sleepy. I basically slept and bled, and tried not to fall behind on work. And all this sleeping is probably why I have avoided the cold that's been going around, so I'd have to say I'm okay with it.

Several things are weird and sad at work, though with local happiness, and no I'm not going into any more detail than that. Right now I'm focused on promotion committee: Monday I had all day to read information about 13 talented people who are up for promotion all across the company, and on Tuesday I'll spend the day in a room with 4 folks of my own level to seal their fates. After that, a half-day to recover; and I want to look for more time off than that, but it's not clear when I can. It'll be a couple more weeks, I think.

Slowly going through NPR's top 200 songs by 21st century women and so far my favorite new find is Sprinter, by Torres. I was a sprinter then / Dying to see it end. After listening to a few more songs on YouTube, I'm ready to say Torres is a real musical find and it's time to listen to some full albums.

I keep reading about terrible things. It feels like my company is dying, and my country is dying, and the Earth is not doing so well (thanks to us), and it's hard to come to terms with how my own little life is pretty good in the midst of all this.

A few good things:

• Norwood's new puppy (cute, has a good nose)


• A short walk with Lion, watching the leaves fall


• An hour working on handstands with Bender, who's offering private lessons on weekends for a while, and he clapped at my progress once


• Watching slowly through season 3 of Rick & Morty with the bug, and the last episode we saw was super thought-provoking. ("Rest and Ricklaxation", in case you were wondering.) Who are we without (what we perceive to be) our flaws?

I am grateful, it seems, for men. Heh. Anyway, on with that sleeping thing again...