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Largely improved
Oct. 9th, 2023 07:43 pm...and, out the other side. More or less. This last week there were no more promotion-related events (wait, that's a lie, I was in for one hastily assembled "fake appeals committee" on Monday), and I dug out from my accumulated pile of work email. Didn't even realize I also had a pile of personal email until Saturday... oops... and then my house needed attention. Anyway:
Bad things are happening in the neighborhood: our favorite Friday-night takeout restaurant closed a week ago, and our nearby grocery store is about to go, too. We'll see what replaces them. The bug and I went out to a party on Friday to take our minds off the restaurant sadness, and ended up getting a (very) flat tire and having to get the squirrel's car towed and buy a new tire etc, so perhaps I should've just leaned into the sadness.
On a wider scale, also bad things. The bill I'd been advocating for in California, SB 403, got vetoed by the Governor (whose mind is currently on a run for President, I guess); our federal legislative branch is paralyzed because, as far as I can tell, Congresspeople have stopped seeing each other as coworkers with whom it's good to cooperate and good to keep one's word to; and now there's a new war. Unlike the one in Ukraine, it's easy to see how this aggression was provoked.
- Finally got covid-and-flu vaccinated; third time was the charm. It didn't kick my ass too badly, and I was still able to do the final workout of my current 8-week session for my Perth coach the next day. At this point I told him -- the coach -- that yes it was the final session, and I'd just be wallowing in my own filth until he sent me another one; ten minutes later I had a new program. So that was a short but enjoyable wallow.
- By coincidence, I'm on the very last book of my reading challenge, and it's an easy fast one. Wild freedom awaits! I'm probably going to read Sunny Nihilism next but I'm not committing to that. No more book commitments.
- The tattoo hurt less. I was afraid it was infected in places but the doctor says it's just healing slowly, so that's the dramatic part over with. Now I just get to worry that the last remaining scabby places, all in the middle of the blackwork, will scar from my minimal-but-inevitable picking. On the plus side, I showed it to someone at a party and her response was "Wow. You look like a Care Bear, but in the most badass possible way" and I'm going to be laughing about that for months.
- My city has an opening on its Urban Design Commission (with any resident invited to apply) but I'm not, because it's twice a month on my usual date night. Just a note to self that I would have jumped on that if I weren't still working 80%.
- Had fancy French dinner with an old co-worker. Then later took the squirrel to that same restaurant. It was nice to see the coworker, who I've always looked up to, but I forget what I was planning to say about that.
Bad things are happening in the neighborhood: our favorite Friday-night takeout restaurant closed a week ago, and our nearby grocery store is about to go, too. We'll see what replaces them. The bug and I went out to a party on Friday to take our minds off the restaurant sadness, and ended up getting a (very) flat tire and having to get the squirrel's car towed and buy a new tire etc, so perhaps I should've just leaned into the sadness.
On a wider scale, also bad things. The bill I'd been advocating for in California, SB 403, got vetoed by the Governor (whose mind is currently on a run for President, I guess); our federal legislative branch is paralyzed because, as far as I can tell, Congresspeople have stopped seeing each other as coworkers with whom it's good to cooperate and good to keep one's word to; and now there's a new war. Unlike the one in Ukraine, it's easy to see how this aggression was provoked.
