I hear the tales of both cities, of light pockets and heavy hearts
Between catching up on unexpected sleep and dealing with equally unexpected stress, I feel most of my week worked out to a kind of null state where I'm not sure what I got done beyond my job and re-reading three-fifths of the Chronicles of Prydain, but this afternoon it is still snowing as it should be in New England around this time of year and ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch just got word that all his persistence with the Department of Unemployment Assistance finally, literally paid off after three months of escalating nonsense of bureaucracy, so I have decided that today, at least, is not yet fired.
spatch just got word that all his persistence with the Department of Unemployment Assistance finally, literally paid off after three months of escalating nonsense of bureaucracy, so I have decided that today, at least, is not yet fired.
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It's true! And now I know what eight-bit characters look like with shadows and depth!
I had to go into my work building for 10 minutes to grab my tahara manual for tomorrow, and it was literally and figuratively a cold shock, but now I have had a sandwich and am beginning to regain equilibrium.
It is astonishing how uncomfortable I have become with the idea of being inside buildings. I wonder how long that will take to shift back. I hope it does. I can't see open-air libraries becoming a thing.