Morning, all! Not only am I off work all week, but last night I got an email from the county office of elections: I’m officially off the hook for tomorrow (in terms of possibly having any election day election officer duties). If I’d gotten an assignment I’d be looking forward to helping out, but this works out just fine…especially since I’m already not completely slothing this week, what with today’s and Wednesday’s 4pm-8pm training classes.
If you type the word “election” enough times it starts looking really weird!!
So now, instead of working the election tomorrow I’ll meet up with my BFF (she and her hubby are retired) and we’ll do something. Most likely involving shopping of some kind, and lunch at Chick-Fil-A. Not a bad way to spend a Tuesday off, even if Northern Virginia will be back to autumn weather.
Most of my clocks changed automatically: two iPads, two cell phones, three computers, and my car (which I won’t verify until tomorrow). Manual updates were made to the clocks on the microwave and stove, in the bathroom, on top of the piano, and on my desk. The update to my dog’s internal clock has repeatedly failed to install.
I woke up to an email from the drummer I’d hired for December’s show, so earlier this morning I sent his cancellation payment via Venmo, cancelled the FB event, and posted notifications on FB and Instagram. That’s the last of the “cleanup” I had to do.
Thanks to all for the related support (and LOL, FCM!!). I’m not preemptively closing the door on any opportunities that might arise (e.g., being a guest vocalist), and singing jazz is still my retirement plan – assuming I’m able to wrangle enough income – but for the moment I’m putting a bow on 13 years of lessons, workshops, trying to get gigs, etc. I might try to find a cover band to sing with, or something. Maybe I’ll finally do something about the idea I’ve had forever of putting together an Indigo Girls tribute band. Or maybe I’ll simply focus on the day job and my volunteer stuff for a while, and play some softball in the spring…
…aaaand now I’m just rambling.
It’s only 11:45am, but I think it’s time to get some lunch and go hang out in the living room with Bailey for a few hours. It’ll be weird to come back to this room later and stay in here through dinnertime, so I want to make sure I get some quality time with her on the couch (she won’t touch me or want to be petted, she’ll just want to be next to me…but I’ll definitely take it).
Oh, how scary and heartbreaking for all involved.