As a distraction from pain I'll report on my first Silent Book Club meeting!
About 8 of us met at a local beer joint. Very cozy comfy venue. Lots of comfy couches and chairs, good beer and wine choices and light eats. A couple of us were able to read during the hour reading time, but mostly there was giggling and eye rolling and whispers. Besides our group there was a group of 6 men playing D&D. The DM had a voice that seriously filled the room, and He Never Stopped Talking. He took one potty break where we all burst out laughing. I have the ability to focus despite noise around me after decades of a loud husband and sons, but several of the others just gave up after reading the same paragraph repeatedly. But a good time was had by all and we hope next time to meet at a place that has an outdoor area which should still be okay in April and not too warm at night.
My friend had Sangria which is served in pint sized plastic bags with a straw in it, like an adult capri sun or something. Fun packaging they use for a number of drinks.
That sounds like a fun spot, if not the best place to read!
Meanwhile, my job is all coronavirus all the time, and it's making me nuts. I have decided that Canada is not "international" for these purposes, so I'm not going to give my job all the details of my vacation, because that is ridiculous.
A coworker gave me a nice thank you at the Library today!
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That sounds fun, Laura!
I support your assessments, Jesse
Cookie! That's awesome, Cashmere!
A coworker bought me lunch for helping her with something yesterday. It took me approximately two minutes to do the thing but I am trying to graciously accept her gratitude.
Heh, I read that as bear joint, not beer joint, the first time through.
That jollied me out of my funk over Warren, a little. I have to respect her wisdom and decision-making, but I'm more than a little in mourning for What Could Have Been.
That's adorable, Cashmere!
Timelies all !
Thing I never thought I would say, part whatever: "You can stop cleaning the sink now, Mr. S"
Kids are weird.
Today's trip to the podiatrist went well. He told me
I can just wait and see regarding my banged-up toenail as long as it doesn't get painful or infected, as it's probably about 6 months out from being completely detached by the new nail growing underneath. In the process of examining he trimmed it WAY shorter than I ever would have, especially at the corners, so it feels weird and uncomfortable though not exactly painful.
We laughed about it changing colors under different lights and me calling it a mood toenail. In his office it had an orange-ish cast. More yellow under the lights at work, purplish at home, and a particularly ghastly shade of green at my GP's office, which caused the intern shadowing him to gasp out loud when I pulled my sock off.
You know you've achieved something when you shock and dismay an intern who's dissected a medical cadaver recently!
Yikes!!
Oh no, Timothy Hutton: [link]
