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flexagonSo, the cat. I skipped out on work Monday to take her to the emergency vet, because she was having labored breathing (and it was markedly worse than it had been on Sunday). This time I was fully prepared for her to be admitted, and I went up there with extra food and all her medications including a fresh refill, only to be sent back home and told to keep my already-set Friday appointment. I don't think I was wrong to go in, but it trashed any chance of productivity that day... and, thus, for the week, as the next three days were All Meetings and then Friday I was out of office for a previously scheduled vet appointment (the vet gave me a price break on that, since there was already so much data in the system from Monday). Apparently, behind the snuffly nose, her little lungs are doing better. It's true that she hasn't been coughing and that's very nice. (Annnnd I shouldn't have said that, as she coughed on Sunday morning for the first time in weeks.)
The state of me? Man, I don't know. I had two extra-long nights of sleep, and drank a little more than usual over the course of the week, and have been fighting some sort of mental malaise that was only somewhat lightened by the Indian lander & rover making it to the moon on Wednesday. Just didn't feel good about myself, and did some bad handstands, and didn't see the squirrel much or get much work done... yech. Bad combinations.
I spent the weekend trying to make progress on all my current personal projects, trying both to get some of them finished and maybe feel some kind of lift from the productivity. Of everything, and there were lots, these were probably the most successful at raising my mood:
I was probably exposed to covid on Thursday morning but I don't seem to have picked it up. That's more a relief thing than an actual feel-good thing, but I'll take it. And, lastly, reading Aspiration by Agnes Callard is soporific and dense but also pretty peaceful? Just example after example of hypothetical people who want to be better hypothetical people, and talking about the ways we can (or cannot) cogently think about that weird project of self-improvement.
The state of me? Man, I don't know. I had two extra-long nights of sleep, and drank a little more than usual over the course of the week, and have been fighting some sort of mental malaise that was only somewhat lightened by the Indian lander & rover making it to the moon on Wednesday. Just didn't feel good about myself, and did some bad handstands, and didn't see the squirrel much or get much work done... yech. Bad combinations.
I spent the weekend trying to make progress on all my current personal projects, trying both to get some of them finished and maybe feel some kind of lift from the productivity. Of everything, and there were lots, these were probably the most successful at raising my mood:
- I made this vegan alfredo sauce and it was, IMHO, really good! I have a giant 4lb can of cashews that I want to turn into food, so I've been looking up cashew recipes and this one's excellent.
- I got my Pixel 3 back together with a new screen, and it actually turns on and mostly works. A win. I did mess up the SIM card reader but, since I haven't glued the back on yet and I guess this sort of tinkering is growing on me a bit, I ordered a new SIM card reader and next I'll try to replace that too. It's pretty ugly to me how much the phone depends on adhesive and simply being glued/taped together on the inside though. I wish it were made to be more easily reparable.
- Did some helpfulness. I unexpectedly kept the squirrel company on a trip to rescue a backpack on Saturday, which meant finally getting to see his company's office (which is pretty cool). And I spent a couple of hours today, along with the bug, helping a deeply unprepared friend move IKEA stuff and boxes between houses. I think I feel good about that. Such a tangible thing to have helped with.
I was probably exposed to covid on Thursday morning but I don't seem to have picked it up. That's more a relief thing than an actual feel-good thing, but I'll take it. And, lastly, reading Aspiration by Agnes Callard is soporific and dense but also pretty peaceful? Just example after example of hypothetical people who want to be better hypothetical people, and talking about the ways we can (or cannot) cogently think about that weird project of self-improvement.
