It’s that time of day when I get to sit outside and report on my accomplishments, karate-wise. Yesterday I ran on the treadmill for twenty minutes and walked for ten. I also got in my exercises last night and this morning. I’m pretty tired lately. There are spots in my arm muscles, just below my shoulders that hurt as if I’d recently gotten a flu shot.
Aunt Karen is still recovering at home.
I haven’t been able to get a hold of Shannon, so I’m concerned. Today I’ll call her home number and see if I can get or or Louis. I hope she is okay. Initially I wasn’t worried because her symptoms sounded similar to the illness that D and I had had two weeks ago. However, long silences aren’t like her. D checked her Facebook page, but there were no recent posts.
At work, we have a townhall scheduled over Zoom. I suspect they may cut back our hours further. I’m on the fence about this job. I have several good friends there, but one of the people in charge has no perspective on the people he is in charge of.
He told our head of Character Effects, (CFX does clothing and hair for digital characters), that he wanted a “hair expert” to check his hair setup file. Now, I looked up this “hair expert” on LinkedIn. She doesn’t sell herself as a “hair expert.” She has two years experience doing hair at a film company and she’s otherwise fresh out of school. Our CFX head has about seven years experience specifically in hair and roughly twenty in visual effects; he was a groomer at two large film studios: one feature animation place and one live action place. Yet he’s not an expert?
While writing, I hear a tell-tale low, lawn-mower sound; a fairly large hummingbird just flew over my head, hovered near the wind chimes, then dove down tin the very tall dandelions.
The universe is telling me to stop complaining about work. I have work.
The timer is telling me to go to work.
