I started writing this a few weeks ago, but never got around to completing it.
The last time I wrote, I was complaining about recruiters.
They’ve not stopped. Friday afternoon, after a morning with my counselor (is that what I should call her?), I swa my Tysabri infusion delayed again.
Following that infusion, I was supposed to stop by a former company for a chat. I’d not received a calendar invite, and I was going to have to miss time at work on Monday, so I didn’t dig terribly deep.
That’s rescheduled for later.
Given that I have my next infusion Tuesday, and the reschedule was for five weeks later, I guess I started writing this probably the week after Labor Day. (For anyone reading overseas, Labor Day is the US version of May Day; we don’t really like Socialism, despite what you might hear on the Democratic presidential debates. Heya, hipster Socialists, the state is cancelled.)
Otherwise, November is close at hand, so today I’m starting to gather writing prompts for next month
Yes, I’m going to do that for the tenth year, despite my psychologist’s identification of it as a compulsion.
So much in my life these days revolves around identification of the various “problems” I have. See the bit about the writing compulsion. Oh well.
We are getting very close to moving. I’m excited to be closer in to a city. It’s been too long. I should also respond to a personal email that’s been languishing.