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Shobhit had a day off from both jobs yesterday. We were going to go to the Indian grocery store for some shopping in Bellevue after I finished work, and combine that with a shop at the new Bellevue PCC store to check it out, but none of that happened. Shobhit decided he wanted to have a drink during his day off, and he decided there was no pressing need to go anywhere and we could do the shopping this weekend. We're pretty good on food until then anyway.
He did leave for just a little bit in the morning, to deal with an airbag recall in his car, so the airbag got replaced. That's the only time he left, and I actually never even left the condo the entire day—the safest thing to do in 2020 anyway. Whatever might have arrived in the mail is still in the mailbox right now. There probably wasn't anything of note. I do have a new pair of earrings I ordered from Amazon that are supposed to arrive today.
I decided I wanted to watch a movie as soon as I was done with work. So, we watched An American Pickle with Seth Rogan's dual roles, on HBO Max. I kind of wish the beginning sequences set in Russia a hundred years ago were longer; they were easily the best parts of the movie. I still enjoyed the whole thing, though. I mean, it was all right. It passed ninety minutes.
I decided to move on to The Mary Tyler Moore Show on Hulu, which was immediately better than Designing Women ever was. I think we made the right decision there. We burned through four episodes.
I can't think of anything else to tell you about, really. We watched a movie and some old TV. And you know what? It was very nice.
I just finished Virtual FaceTime Lunch with Karen. I often nearly forget these lunches, and I realized just this morning it means I have official socializing of one kind or another three days in a row, starting today. I'm meeting Tracy from work at Streissguth Gardens for distanced-drinks tomorrow after work, and Saturday is Netflix Party watch of Uncut Gems with Laney. Oh! And I don't want to forget Friday Zoom Office Lunch Meetup tomorrow either. I don't know yet whether Alexia's knee is healed enough yet for her to walk with me to the office this weekend. I should text her. Oh, no, wait—I just looked up her text from just two weeks ago and she wrote Guessing I'm down for a few weeks, so, probably not.
Anyway. Karen and I talked a bit about how surprisingly quickly the past six months have passed, which came up because she mentioned it was her and Dave's 26th wedding anniversary, and "How did that happen?" I told her I think about that, the shockingly swift passage of time, to remind myself that even though these lockdowns and COVID restrictions have gone on far longer than any of us wanted, we'll still be looking at them in the rearview mirror faster than we know what hit us. I also acknowledged, though, that it makes it easier to pass the time when we still have secure jobs, which fill up our time.
And that was when Karen noted that she feels even busier this year than she was before. Her "professional profile," as she put it, "has skyrocketed," largely because of, just out of apparent serendipity, a lot of press she has gotten both this year and last. And, being an accessibility consultant for construction projects, she noted that although some construction was put on hold, design phases for other projects have not been, and not only that, but plenty of places in the country are "still full steam ahead."
We talked a lot about television shows too, and other stuff. But now I should really get back to that job I'm lucky to still have.
[posted 1:19 pm]