flexagon | 4-day weeks, pie, stitches, miscellany (Reply)

A four-day workweek is a little bit strange -- there's no "hump day" because no day falls in the middle. And, oddly but obviously, there are fewer "weeknights". I did learn a new word that I intend to use as often as possible: Thriday, the Thursday that is the end of a part-timer's workweek. TGIT, indeed!

Little things from the last 10 days:

Baked a strawberry pie over at Blue-Green Street (where Helios and Perse live) last weekend, because I had never had strawberry pie and this was deemed to be unacceptable.

Submitted an idea to the handstand podcast I listen to sometimes -- told them they should talk about handstands and aging -- and they said they would! So cool. And then they did, if not really in the depth I'd been hoping for.

Went to the dermatologist and got an annoying little scar punched out of my thigh, while also getting a new different cream for my back rash. Now I have stitches in my thigh that I have to keep a bandaid over.

Drove my friend Quarte's Prius, which was living in my driveway for a couple of weeks, to the derm and back. I was rather disgruntled to find that it graded me on my driving at the end (66/100? Listen car, wait until you hear what score I give you), and then also somehow ratted me out to Quarte. I think it emailed him. To be clear, I had permission to drive the car and he was hoping I would, it's just that I'd figured I'd be the one to tell him.

Did a full run-through of my act with my costume on, with the extra mats in place to make blocking a real concern. Hit all the tricks. I'm feeling a lot more at home in the choreography now and, while I have hopes of cleaning some things up more over the next three weeks, the act is there. It exists.

Squirreled over to Fluevog, with my squirrel, and bought the black Sarika sandals I missed out on last year. Then we came home and ended up watching a very strange French movie about cannibalism, and fell into reading some Georges Bataille. We are some weird little sciuridae and that will be my fancy shoe purchase for this year.

Finished calibrating and promoting people at work, over the course of ~15 hours of meetings. And then I got my first actual paycheck with money in it! The gods of the 401(k) are satisfied and I can have income again.

Celebrated Holi, the Indian festival of colors, back at Blue-Green St again with a larger cast of characters. Someone took a cute picture of me and heisenbug putting colors on each other, and I got to meet Helios's cousin, and it was definitely the largest unmasked gathering I've attended since the Before Times. The powder washes out of most things but not out of my white cotton shirt, which was old anyway.