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I spent the day today working at a hospital I'd never even been to before - but it is part of the same hospital system Rob & I both work for, and it's the closest one to where we live, so that part is nice. I was supposed to be screening people for Covid symptoms, but actually I didn't do all that much, because there were a lot of people at the desk, and everybody kept chiming in before I got anything out. ("Have you had cough-fever-bodyaches-difficulty breathing?") But I'm presumably going back next week so at least I know the drill of working there somewhat now. Rob spent the day at a different place doing the same thing. The facility where we normally work is closed, being "nonessential" and potentially hazardous as far as being a disease vector, to boot, but all of the employees at the hospital system are considered essential and we just get reassigned to do different things, as long as we don't get sick. (My understanding is that if we actually get sick, we will get paid even if we don't get sick leave, which I don't since I'm part-time. I haven't heard that officially though.)

My boss would have liked to have kept me for spreadsheet-making purposes, actually - that's a really useful job skill in a lot of places! I told her if I have any hours left - which is probably unlikely, really - I'll come in and work one day next week. We have to keep track of how much money we are losing by being closed, for one thing - I think they need it for FEMA. I believe we went through that after Hurricane Ike, too, as I recall. Probably Harvey, too, although somebody else must've done the spreadsheets for that one. (We were stuck at home with flooded creeks between us and work for a solid week, some of you guys may recall.)

I do have a scratchy throat but that's just my usual allergy crap. Every time I have the tiniest symptom I over-analyze it, I imagine everybody is doing that. But anyway, we're hanging in there so far. Running low on toilet paper, but hopefully we'll find some before it actually runs out and we have to resort to Kleenex, heaven forbid! (I do have a lot of tissues of various brands due to said allergies, so I guess that's a pretty good backup in a pinch.)

Well, we did finish watching the old "Lost" in time for the new "Lost" and I was pretty glad we did. It appears that we stopped watching right about the time the show started improving. And god knows there's not much else to watch right now, anyway!

Partly in service of improving the "nothing to watch" problem, I finally went onto netflix.com and reported the "House" disk that disappeared while we were moving as lost. (Heh, maybe it'll turn up on the island!!) It gave me a message when it went through that you can return the lost disk for a refund if it turns up within a year, which is nice - especially since I keep expecting it to turn up any day now. I know I saw it when we were packing, so unless we accidentally gave it to Goodwill, it ought to be here someplace! The problem is the boxes full of papers - mostly my mom's stuff - that we haven't gotten around to scanning/shredding yet. If it's in there, no telling how long it will be! The next thing we need to do, Netflix-wise, is either watch or return the two X-Files disks we have had out for ages.

This weekend is Mardi Gras (that is, the Galveston version, which is largely confined to the two weekends prior to Fat Tuesday), and the weather is supposed to be pretty nice for the Momus parade, which in turn means the traffic in Galveston, and especially getting in and out of town, will be horrific. We don't ever go to the parades, mostly because neither of us is big on crowds. One of these years I need to buy us grandstand tickets so that we will obliged to go to the big parade. It's supposed to be pretty nice, and I know that a good many people I know are probably actually in the parade, since it's a big deal in certain circles here. (Mostly the kind of circles that have money. Krewe membership is expensive.)

My sinuses are still making me crazy. It probably has to do with the ever-changing weather we get this time of year - one day cold, the next day warm. Quite literally. Yesterday morning it was pouring down rain; yesterday afternoon I got out on the porch and watered the plants barefoot. But this morning it was cold again.

I got my hair colored again yesterday even though it'd only been about six weeks, I think. But my bangs were way the hell down in my eyes and the gray was already visible in my roots, and I thought, well, if I'm going to go get my bangs trimmed I might as well do the whole shebang and get it over with. But I can't make a habit of doing it that often, it costs too much. I did make sure the guy trimmed the front shorter this time. Last time we were chatting madly about something-or-other and I forgot to pay sufficient attention to the haircut. I need to watch that. The haircut as a whole looks good, anyway, and so does the color. I look about 10 years younger with my hair colored and cut right, I really do.


I have to quoteursulahitler because this cracked me up - from a political discussion the other day: 'Look at this way: whoever wins, we'll be trading way, way up. The mayor from "Buffy" would be an improvement! Pre or post ascension, either way, he'd be better than W!'


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