yes, *that* dawnperson @thatdawnperson@rafting.io

Got and signed the offer for the job I started on Monday.
Projet manager standing up the Killam awards program, which is moving from Canada Council for the Arts to the National Research Council. It’s at an interesting inflection point right now. I have a year before I hand it back to another PM.

I hadn’t been planning on changing my email signature at work until the paperwork came through but it is day three and my first team meeting so up goes the new job title.
Fortunately I am pulling some focus out of the ether to juggle this.

I wonder if my brain chemistry makes this easier, harder, or just different to normals.

It turns out the final episode of Gokushufudou (live action, 10 episodes) has a Christmas / New Year theme.

Feeling tired, achy, sore injection site, slightly raised temperature. Not as bad as shot 2, which was also Moderna.
No commitments today outside a phone call from a doctor this afternoon. Nap time.

By the end of the day 1/3 of eligible (18+ I presume) Toronto residents will have received a booster.
Last data from South Africa shows 31.8% have received 1 dose of vaccine and 26.6% fully vaccinated with 2 doses.

Booster received: 1/2 standard dose of Moderna. Health Canada recommends this for those not: over 70, under 30, immune suppressed. Arm a bit sore, planning on being knackered tomorrow as I was with dose 2 (Moderna).
Pleasant brief chats with various staff and volunteers. Got a chocolate lollipop, which I consumed at home.

Looking at the new Punisher logo, I see the ventral portion of a thick lipped vulva with the meatus inside; an erect clitoris, and stylized hair (teeth/fangs) mounted on the mons. If the vulva owner is kneeling and bending forward you don’t even have to turn the image upside down.

A warm cat to lighten your way.

Paid employment’s work has been put down until January 4. Next month I will be working in two job roles, then fully transferred into managing a high profile project for the year. Not worried about what comes after, strangely.

I am approaching the furlough (the department shuts down tomorrow mid day) with a calm mind. It’s been three and a half years to get here, through hard work, good will, timing, and supportive senior management.

Under a cat, for the first time in weeks. No need to send help.

Today’s blood test was done in a sketchy lab environment by a very pleasant, efficient, overworked phlebotomist who was handling all the roles for the office. Per my standard, I came with openness to experience and compassion. Had a good brief conversation and learned that some people get very frustrated, angry.

Would return to this vampire.

Sponge bath done. Wearing a t-shirt to bed for the first time in a long while. Time to settle down.

Wearing a holter monitor until Friday morning to see if the low heart rate alerts I’ve been getting from my wrist computer the past couple months are a genuine concern or just my heart being efficient.

Dang the gear is distracting.

Anyway, something in my chest cavity sends electric signals that look like heartbeats.

Vash deserves and receives love. You deserve love, however dorky you are in this moment

I don’t want to understand those who value hoarding stolen wealth over active kindness. It’s choosing to poison yourself (albeit with little dopamine hits) and your environment rather than build joy.

I’ve got a mental model (refined with every baffling encounter) that lets me include their existence and effects in the world. Sometimes I learn from myself, too: I’m work in progress.

Days of talking about taking action on violence against women are over. The 14 names have been recited, Deans of Engineering have made their tearful speeches.
Back to work.

It’s been a good weekend. Only some of it was planned, and none of those plans went exactly as foreseen.