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Most of the time, I am delighted by the rain. I just want it to stop when it's convenient for me! No rain for my Birth Week, please.
I've been cycling to work and back every day since last week. I had to skip the bike this morning when I got up and saw that it was totally wet outside. I checked the forecast and it's got rain every day through Monday. Dammit!
It's too early yet to really worry about it, honestly. This is Seattle, after all: any forecast 10 days out is wildly unreliable; a forecast two days out is only maybe half reliable. Still, I texted this morning that it looks like rain on Sunday, and I will still bring my bike, so we can ride if it looks like we have a dry window, and otherwise we can just drive around Anderson Island. After a minute or two Dad replied,
13 news said mainly dry Sunday.
I decided not to get into the research showing the National Weather Service forecast is more reliable than any news outlet, but the book I read some years ago that covered that research did not get granular about regions annyway. And Seattle forecasts change constantly, often by the day, especially in the winter and spring, regardless of the source. NWS currently says 90% chance(!) of rain on Sunday, but I'd love for them to be wrong. I guess we'll see. We have a contingency plan in place regardless—and we'll be going to Anderson Island either way.
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I had nothing planned last night after work, just as I don't tonight—which works fine for me, given how packed my social calendar is between tomorrow night and Sunday May 5. Shobhit and I made an eggplant dish together, which we ate with the
kachoris Shobhit's mom sent him home with, soaked with oil but of course delicious. We caught up on most of the PBS Saturday night rerun episodes I never watched while he was in India.
I also updated my budget through the next pay period, after I get my paycheck tomorrow. Shobhit and I decided together that, although it would be far more convenient for both of us if I rented a car for my Birth Week, it would save me a great deal not to do that, and for me just to drive his car when I need it and him to bus to work on those days (many of which I can at least drop him off at work anyway). With that expense out of the way, this looks like it may be my lowest-cost Birth Week since 2018 (setting aside Birth Week 2020 which was during stay-home orders). I hadn't even considered when I settled on islands as the theme this year that it would mean comparatively minimal costs: with the intention of taking picnic meals to many of them, the costs consist mainly of ferry fares, and eating out at restaurants, potentially four different times.
That's not even including dinner on both Thursday and Saturday the 4th, which will be covered by the rehearsal dinner and then wedding with Gabriel and Lea. It may be inconvenient that they decided to get married during my Birth Week but I'll forgive them since I get two free dinners out of it!
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Jesus Christ, fucking meetings! At first I just had a half-hour Teams meeting scheduled at 1:00 with Gabby and Amy, to go over some stuff to get them closer to being backups on certain things before I am on PTO all next week. Then, a last-meeting Teams meeting with NCR, the company helping us launch a new Price Generation module in our system, had to be scheduled
over lunchtime between noon and 1:00—which then had to run half an hour over schedule, pushing my meeting with Gabby and Amy to 1:30.
All of this while I have plenty of other shit to get done before the end of the day tomorrow. So much for reading my library book over my lunch break today! Anyway that's why this is getting posted so much later than usual.
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[posted 2:03 pm]
