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Oct. 4th, 2018 09:46 pmI can't say this week has gotten better, but at least overall it hasn't gotten any worse.
On Monday night I passed pool session 6, so one more and I'm done with soaking myself in overchlorinated water. Actually it's going to be two more, because I want to go back and do session 2 again for the sake of not having to think so hard about neutral buoyancy. If I can prove I got better at it, I can stop thinking about it so hard.
On Tuesday I got to come straight home and stay there, so it turned into Chores Night.
Somebody I sing with, and suffer through chorus committee meetings with, offered to maybe drive me to Barnstable for the 20th. I would leap at the chance if I didn't feel guilty about there being nothing to do in Barnstable in October. But I really worry about my ability to drive back after diving, because diving is tiring and I'm not good at driving on a good day.
Chorus committee meeting-wise, I almost didn't go to the continuation of last week's meeting, but I talked myself into it. Somebody else got to take the minutes for once, too. But I'm still seriously considering leaving the committee, because I dread going to meetings and taking minutes, and having to type out what I wrote down based on three conversations at cross purposes and never getting any subject settled without coming back to it twice. Curriculum committee minutes are bad enough, and those are pretty straightforward.
So that was Wednesday. Today we had a surprise appreciation lunch for a couple of faculty members who took over a course on the fly while the course director was out on leave and hadn't scheduled anything. (And this was a leave he knew was coming, and he still didn't schedule anything. I don't understand how that was supposed to work, and in fact it didn't.) Anyway, the surprise worked, and the lunch included a very nice chocolate cake, and that was the best part of the day because immediately after lunch, I got a headache. And then some idiot started popping balloons behind Boston Latin, and some other idiot mistook them for gunshots, so every cop and news helicopter in Massachusetts descended on the medical area and we were under "shelter in place" orders for an hour or so. Which did wonders for my headache, of course.
I came home, took three Advil, fed the cats, and fell asleep for 45 minutes. When I woke up I had an after-headache not-quite-right sort of feeling, but it was definitely better than the headache had been. And here we are, and the Patriots are playing tonight and winning (so far; it's halftime) and tomorrow is Friday. And it's a long weekend. That means I can do two pool sessions on Sunday and not be a stiff, grumpy, miserable mess all over the office by Monday afternoon. Or if I am, it will be my home office, and I can go distract myself.
The new Pogo book and K Arsenault Rivera's second book both come out next Tuesday. I wish one of them had come out this week, since I have a long weekend to read them.
On Monday night I passed pool session 6, so one more and I'm done with soaking myself in overchlorinated water. Actually it's going to be two more, because I want to go back and do session 2 again for the sake of not having to think so hard about neutral buoyancy. If I can prove I got better at it, I can stop thinking about it so hard.
On Tuesday I got to come straight home and stay there, so it turned into Chores Night.
Somebody I sing with, and suffer through chorus committee meetings with, offered to maybe drive me to Barnstable for the 20th. I would leap at the chance if I didn't feel guilty about there being nothing to do in Barnstable in October. But I really worry about my ability to drive back after diving, because diving is tiring and I'm not good at driving on a good day.
Chorus committee meeting-wise, I almost didn't go to the continuation of last week's meeting, but I talked myself into it. Somebody else got to take the minutes for once, too. But I'm still seriously considering leaving the committee, because I dread going to meetings and taking minutes, and having to type out what I wrote down based on three conversations at cross purposes and never getting any subject settled without coming back to it twice. Curriculum committee minutes are bad enough, and those are pretty straightforward.
So that was Wednesday. Today we had a surprise appreciation lunch for a couple of faculty members who took over a course on the fly while the course director was out on leave and hadn't scheduled anything. (And this was a leave he knew was coming, and he still didn't schedule anything. I don't understand how that was supposed to work, and in fact it didn't.) Anyway, the surprise worked, and the lunch included a very nice chocolate cake, and that was the best part of the day because immediately after lunch, I got a headache. And then some idiot started popping balloons behind Boston Latin, and some other idiot mistook them for gunshots, so every cop and news helicopter in Massachusetts descended on the medical area and we were under "shelter in place" orders for an hour or so. Which did wonders for my headache, of course.
I came home, took three Advil, fed the cats, and fell asleep for 45 minutes. When I woke up I had an after-headache not-quite-right sort of feeling, but it was definitely better than the headache had been. And here we are, and the Patriots are playing tonight and winning (so far; it's halftime) and tomorrow is Friday. And it's a long weekend. That means I can do two pool sessions on Sunday and not be a stiff, grumpy, miserable mess all over the office by Monday afternoon. Or if I am, it will be my home office, and I can go distract myself.
The new Pogo book and K Arsenault Rivera's second book both come out next Tuesday. I wish one of them had come out this week, since I have a long weekend to read them.
