14 weeks, and back on various wagons

Spinning up the gears, getting back on the horse (or the wagon, or multiple wagons), coming back up to speed... whatever you call it, this week was spent entirely on re-starting the machinery of a life, after disruption. This takes a bizarre amount of effort, given that there's no physical inertia involved. And none of my usual rhythms seemed to be on their normal settings. I fell asleep really early and near-violently a couple of times, when yes I was indeed hoping to still get things done in the evening.

There were also some less usual things, which all got packed into the week because they had slid to after the Disrupted Weeks: dentist on Monday, financial advisor guy (the Flea) on Tuesday. On one of those days we also had a weird power outage in which we lost just some of our circuits due to damage out on the street. Per the bug: "I remembered that power mains actually have two 120V AC sources, with opposite polarity. If you use both of them, you get 240V. But for 120V circuits, they put half the circuits on each one. So it probably makes sense that we can have half of our circuits dead." I hadn't known that, but it makes sense now why you can usually have an electrician install either a 240 volt outlet or a 120 volt one!

One evening (Weds) we got to go to a circus performance with just three acrobats, one of whom I'm friends with, and she dragged me up onto the stage to help do an audience participation thing at one point during the show. Then afterward the bug and I both bought artwork by her (a drawing for me, a painting for him). I think we're both a little smitten? I certainly am. Oh, and she's going to move back here next April! I want to take all her lessons. And this reminds me btw, I did in fact talk RB into teaching a bendy handstand miniseries -- it starts in January. So great. Teachers respond well to student enthusiasm; who would ever have guessed. :D

I dragged myself in to the office for two days, through the rain and with the subway not running. That was miserable, and at work I accomplished exactly one real thing: saying hello, one on one, to each of my new indirect reports. Hello, hello, we won't be together long so let's make it count.

I re-started my workouts, saw my gym buddy, and made soup for apfelsingail. Saturday was fun; I had coffee with a fellow student from last weekend's coaching class plus the dude (the Winemaker) who initially recommended it to both of us, and we had a rollicking conversation. I also -- and you might judge me for this one -- had a consultation with an eyebrow person about getting realistic hair-stroke tattoos to touch up my eyebrows. I love how picky this woman is. She usually mixes at least two, sometimes three, colors per client in the name of hyper-realism, and has worked on a lot of blonde people. I think I'm in good hands. And yeah, I did just get a spot bonus for this year's DMA work that totally pays for it, so why the hell not.

I just banged out a new condo association budget for next year, and that wraps it up for the weekend. I'm glad for the upcoming short workweek, which will have far fewer meetings and one extra acro class. This week my email backlog will shrink rather than grow. Plus, the squirrel is back from a trip away this weekend, so there will be snuggles (I made great use of the extra time, yeah, but it's not like I wanted him gone).