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On Tuesday, I remembered that I hadn't done the quarterly report for Lambert House. This late into the second quarter, that's a potential problem for the house; we do have a deadline. I texted the director, and he said go, go, go. I went to Lambert House right after dinner with the Wendling – my remote access has been busted ever since I moved – and was, surprisingly, not alone. The volunteer manager had juuuust finished entering the data that I needed to run queries on, and the director was there doing his thing. The good news is that we got the report done before the city noticed it was late. The bad news is that I missed my weekly video call to the Tickler.
Oh: LH is now doing in-person programs on Mondays and Fridays, with plans to expand that calendar in the fall. The giant stuffed unicorn is downstairs on the main floor, where queer kids are no doubt cuddling it.
Optional night out with local cow orkers. It was a spirited but small gathering; not all of us in the area showed up. Our corporate overlords have been recruiting heavily in Canada, not the US, so the Seattle "office" has shrunk to the point that it's unlikely to be physical ever again. Yes, believe it or not, I miss getting out of the house every day. I'm just going to keep missing it for the forseeable future.
I said goodbye to them across from the street from the boarded-up building that used to be the Noc Noc. That's where I spent my first ever evening living full time as a woman, in the company of more friends of my expected.
My social calendar is blowing up lately. In general that's good, but I wish it were more spread out throughout the year. I'll be writing all about the social events right here when they happen, natch.
Oh: LH is now doing in-person programs on Mondays and Fridays, with plans to expand that calendar in the fall. The giant stuffed unicorn is downstairs on the main floor, where queer kids are no doubt cuddling it.
Optional night out with local cow orkers. It was a spirited but small gathering; not all of us in the area showed up. Our corporate overlords have been recruiting heavily in Canada, not the US, so the Seattle "office" has shrunk to the point that it's unlikely to be physical ever again. Yes, believe it or not, I miss getting out of the house every day. I'm just going to keep missing it for the forseeable future.
I said goodbye to them across from the street from the boarded-up building that used to be the Noc Noc. That's where I spent my first ever evening living full time as a woman, in the company of more friends of my expected.
My social calendar is blowing up lately. In general that's good, but I wish it were more spread out throughout the year. I'll be writing all about the social events right here when they happen, natch.
