Day 88: Monday Time Change

What could be worse than a time change weekend? A f**king Monday after. Especially if you have a grey Pacific Northwest, damp Monday, and thus no light to help you wake up. There is just not enough coffee for this. I woke before the alarm, somehow an hour before, and had trouble sleeping again. I rose just before 6:30, found the home office, and checked the emails and news. I also popped into the kitchen and made liberal coffee, the Equal Exchange brand packed in their warehouse in Portland (of course), and had a banana. The morning passed quickly, and soon, I was cleaning up, dressed, and ready to board Air Volvo, which seemed like the night.

Traffic was light but slow; everyone was. I reached the office, and the parking lot was empty. Folks were running late. I started the day with the first meeting. Folks were listening in their cars, driving in. I drink all the liberal coffee and get more free coffee, and then I have to make more. Folks are drowning this morning in the dark waters of caffeine. If this was Dune, coffee and tea are spice. It must flow!

I received an invitation to a meeting tomorrow for our new boss, Erika. I believe I work now for Rajani as part of the Master Data (and whatever else they need me to do) team.

The coughing was back but not as bad. It just sneaks in. I found that my emergency inhaler is helping. I need to keep the airways open, and I am getting better.

Lunch was curry chicken on coconut rice at the Nike cafe, which was excellent and prepared by the pop-up chefs. I like to pick one station and see what they serve. It is always good if it is a bit under-salted (perfect!), and the pop-up has you pay while waiting—great!

I did a few more status updates and process meetings. I had a snack because I had a headache (you try not to think of a brain tumor when it is likely sinus issues) and some mint tea. At 3:15ish, I returned home feeling exhausted, my lungs raw, and my chest tired of coughing. Air Volvo got me there without issue.

I saw the mailman and apologized that the mailbox was loose and slanting. The Amazon guys have trouble turning around their trucks and have hit the box multiple times. It is plastic and is not cemented in. It just pushes over. The mailman said it was OK and smiled.

I rested at 3:30ish and woke again at 5ish. Yes, I was exhausted. I felt better.

Bharathi stopped with some excellent Butter Chicken that was my dinner. We will try to meet for lunch at Nike. It was perfect, and I shared a taste with Corwin, who loved it, too. Bharathi helped with India Night and knows I love Indian-style food. It was perfect.

I spent the evening scanning photos for Susie’s Concert. Seeing them without Susie asking about the moment, smiling, and looking at them with me is hard. I found these kiddie shots of Susie in the closet. Susie’s mom sent them to her a few years ago. Tears. Corwin saw them, and his eyes were wet, too. We missed her tonight.

I started on the blog. The cough came back as I tired.

Thanks for reading.