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Good Morrow! 'Tis Friday!
I expected many things from a Ghost concert, but one of those things wasn't to get choked up. In the song in the subject line, there's a line about "With these words at hand, the future is a foreign land so let us pray for more in 2024". And when I hear it, I'm wistful for the build up in Kamala's campaign, when for a few months, we had hope. But it doesn't make me cry. But then, during the concert, the lead singer changed it to "Let us pray for more in 2034." And I got teary, because, like a lot of their songs, it's all about hope. And sometimes, I need that.
Yesterday was pretty good. I did my job like a boss. But then, towards the end of the day, I got something from the head of radiology. Apparently, ealier in the week, I had called back a patient and to work them in for a sooner appt. And I knew that they were related to an employee, but that's all. The slot we had didn't work, but I worked with them to find something that did, and apparently, they called said employee, who sent a very nice kudo to the head of radiology, mentioning my name specifically. So she sent it to me and my managers, basically thanking us for making her look good. And immediately, my managers both chimed in about how awesome I was. It was very sweet, but yet again, I'm like "what are you planning?" Because it also felt like it was performative. Like they were going "yes, look how awesome she is. See, see!" Either way, it's always nice to get some praise and petting.
After that, I made some chicken spaghetti with rose sauce, which turned out pretty well. I was pleased at least.
Of course at the end of the evening, I got a message that my shoes had been delivered, but when I looked, they'd been delivered to the old house. I thought I'd take that address out, but apparently not. I'm going to go over and get them shortly. I just didn't have the energy last night.
Tonight, we shall play Vecna: Eve of Ruin for our first game of the new module. It should be interesting, seeing how the goth disasters from the Strahd group adapt to a new module.
Tomorrow, we have a meet up of the whole Strahd group. It'll be nine of us going to lunch, which should be fun. I'm looking forward to it. A touch nervous, because I'm renting a bus and picking up most of my DC/Virginia people from the train station, and I'm not sure how big the bus will be, but we shall deal.
Sunday, we have a couple's massage. Jess has been having some back pain, and we figured if we can ease that before the surgery, it would be good. We sprung for the relaxing hot stone massage, and I'll definitely be getting light pressure. I don't need my muscles beaten, just relaxed.
Okay, time for me to get pants on and go forth and get a box of shoes. Everyone have an excellent Friday!
I expected many things from a Ghost concert, but one of those things wasn't to get choked up. In the song in the subject line, there's a line about "With these words at hand, the future is a foreign land so let us pray for more in 2024". And when I hear it, I'm wistful for the build up in Kamala's campaign, when for a few months, we had hope. But it doesn't make me cry. But then, during the concert, the lead singer changed it to "Let us pray for more in 2034." And I got teary, because, like a lot of their songs, it's all about hope. And sometimes, I need that.
Yesterday was pretty good. I did my job like a boss. But then, towards the end of the day, I got something from the head of radiology. Apparently, ealier in the week, I had called back a patient and to work them in for a sooner appt. And I knew that they were related to an employee, but that's all. The slot we had didn't work, but I worked with them to find something that did, and apparently, they called said employee, who sent a very nice kudo to the head of radiology, mentioning my name specifically. So she sent it to me and my managers, basically thanking us for making her look good. And immediately, my managers both chimed in about how awesome I was. It was very sweet, but yet again, I'm like "what are you planning?" Because it also felt like it was performative. Like they were going "yes, look how awesome she is. See, see!" Either way, it's always nice to get some praise and petting.
After that, I made some chicken spaghetti with rose sauce, which turned out pretty well. I was pleased at least.
Of course at the end of the evening, I got a message that my shoes had been delivered, but when I looked, they'd been delivered to the old house. I thought I'd take that address out, but apparently not. I'm going to go over and get them shortly. I just didn't have the energy last night.
Tonight, we shall play Vecna: Eve of Ruin for our first game of the new module. It should be interesting, seeing how the goth disasters from the Strahd group adapt to a new module.
Tomorrow, we have a meet up of the whole Strahd group. It'll be nine of us going to lunch, which should be fun. I'm looking forward to it. A touch nervous, because I'm renting a bus and picking up most of my DC/Virginia people from the train station, and I'm not sure how big the bus will be, but we shall deal.
Sunday, we have a couple's massage. Jess has been having some back pain, and we figured if we can ease that before the surgery, it would be good. We sprung for the relaxing hot stone massage, and I'll definitely be getting light pressure. I don't need my muscles beaten, just relaxed.
Okay, time for me to get pants on and go forth and get a box of shoes. Everyone have an excellent Friday!
