It's Saturday. It's 8:30. I've made coffee, done two loads of laundry, started making two pots of stock for soup, fed the cat, made a smoothie for mrguy. Getting off to a good start before...
Vortex of Power meeting at 10:30. Each of these is 2 hours.
Work's been nuts. We put together a pop-up exhibit in honor of our 25th campus anniversary. I did an interview with local tv (super fun) for a forklift anniversary today. I did a live chat with forklift fans while simultaneously watching a video of myself talking about forklifts. Yesterday I did a last-minute interview with the Guardian UK about forklift anniversary. And in between those things I tried to do some actual work. I often feel as if I'm punching above my weight.
Tonight is a work party that I'm really looking forward to. Nothing is required of me, and I am grateful.
Tomorrow I have to prep everything for Thanksgiving in New York with the neph.
Monday I have a doctor's appointment, then I go to the land of my birth to have the jewelry appraised. That will likely take most of the day due to traffic.
The Lyft comes at 4:15. I already had the usual dream where I need a lot of change for the kiosk at the airport that lets me get to my gate. At some point when I'm navigating the kiosk I realize that I need my passport. It's at my mom's house, which is 17 minutes from the airport. I think I have enough time. I look for the passport and find it. I get there in time and make my flight.
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