Hard To Tell
Tuesday. Back from breakfast, the sky cloudy, lunch later with Ms. V to see how the old company is progressing, how she's going to handle finding another job now they've announced the Oakland headquarters will be moving to some low rent district way back in the Ozark mountains soon. Much more restful to be sitting here not having to find another job. But then you know that, everybody knows that. No way I want to make that particular passage again in this life, unsettling as it is in good times let alone a recession.
Later. Back from lunch, Ms. V in good spirits for what's happening, many people at the old company evidently surprised, shocked, not a little scared at the news. Still, a good lunch, a walk halfway back to the apartment before hopping on a bus. Not enough to say I've had my exercise for the day, but a start, a rationale to put off any more effort until tomorrow.
The day does go quickly: breakfast at the usual café, lunch downtown, back now at the apartment at three in the afternoon. Nothing like a heavy schedule to make the days fly. Or is that too much? Sometimes it's hard to tell, here in Oakland.