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Monday, January 6 2020
Today was my first day back at work since the vacation in India and I awoke many hours before I needed to. Not wanting to just lie in bed with nothing to do but pet Oscar the cat, I got up and went into the laboratory. It may not have even been 5:00am yet. Fortunately, I had plenty to do, given all the photos I had to process from my India trip. I hadn't eaten much last night and was quite hungry, so I ate two peanut butter sandwiches made with organic white sourdough bread that Gretchen had gotten me. (She'd also gotten a head of iceberg lettuce, which she only craves when she's ailing.) Though my guts still a bit of a mess, it seemed like my nascent head cold symptoms weren't advancing noticeably. I had a phlegmy throat and an occasional light cough, and that was it.
The people at my workplace are all kind of on the spectrum and don't interact more than the bare minimum, but today several people asked me about my India trip, so I told them about all the cows, selfies with strangers, and tuk-tuks. I also explained that I'd been bedridden and suffered intestinal complaints soon after getting home.
Though I wasn't always comfortable, I managed to make it through the day. It was an unusual day because it included three different meetings, all regarding a massive development project that is expected to take a year and for which I am to be the technical lead. I absorbed a lot of information that had me feeling uncomfortable, mostly because I could see I was going to have to be doing the kind of work that I don't especially like and that is usually handled by others. I'm referring to things like planning and logistics. It's looking like the only fun for me will be database design. Still, no matter what I might be thinking now, my experience has shown me that I can like doing just about anything if I am willing to force myself at first. Who knows, I might be really good at logistics (though, given how I've outsourced logistics throughout my life, it's likely all the "logistics muscles" I was born with have atrophied.
Back at the house, Gretchen was hanging out in her baby blue pajamas in front of a roaring fire in the woodstove. She was feeling good enough to read, but for dinner all she ended up having was Del Monte fresh cut green beans. I think I might've gotten by on a peanut butter sandwich. At 7:00pm I took 100 milligrams of diphenhydramine and I was in bed by 8:00pm.


Coming home tonight just west of the bridge on Route 199 (or perhaps it's US 209 at that point).


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