One of the many things I’ve noticed about work is that when the temperature is just right for most of the guys, most of the women are freezing. When it’s too cold for the MEN, then it’s a frickin meat locker. Somehow the HVAC is buggered up – to the point where the temperature as measured at a central wall is 3 degrees C different from a point less than 6 meters away.
There is a family of Canada Geese in the pond. I spotted six turtles swimming around yesterday. They came out to sun themselves in the late afternoon.
I went home around the regular time and cooked supper and watched another dreadful hockey game. Mike joined us for dinner and Keith visited briefly.
I am STILL feeling really icky, but I think I may have some idea what to do about it.
The first thing I have to do is sell Ziva. It means I’ll be visiting my folks less and be a lot less able to assist various family members with things they want to do, but I just can’t justify the harm to the planet, the expense, the reduction in the amount of exercise I get. My commute to work by bus is about half an hour now, with quite a bit of walking, which I need to do more of anyway. I just miss her already. But she’s an expensive habit and I need the money.