I just got home from the hospital. Not long after my previous post I got a call from one of my sisters. My mom was in the ER. She fell in her basement and injured her shoulder, and conked he head. The latter is ok, just a small cut, but her humerus is broken up neer the shoulder socket. She’s being admitted overnight at least to observe her pain management, and hopefully she’ll go home tomorrow afternoon. So my sisters and I will be busy for a while.
Damn.
My best wishes, Baker.
It’s nice to have wait for the set-up huge tracts of land. 
{{{{{BAKER}}}}}
Work was not bad. We got flexed down this AM so I ended up with almost 2.5 hours between shifts. I headed out to the Harley and one of the co-workers asked if I was going home. No ------ just running out for a candy bar. Somewhat later (almost 2 hours) I walked back in with the intended candy bar to various questions about why it took me so long.
“Well, I ran over into Ohio for it.”
The non-bikers thought that was wrong; the bikers knew why it was right. 
I had something puzzling happen at work yesterday. We use Zoom, an online webinar service, extensively for internal meetings, but we also have meetings with collaborators who are outside our org - like a mini online course with lectures to view and a partner to discuss things with before they meet monthly as a group to debrief - so we have a practice meeting before these groups begin. Or two practice meetings, actually, one was on Monday afternoon and the other will be tomorrow morning. The Monday afternoon meeting when fine, and a handful of people stopped in to make sure they could hear and get their webcams on, and learn how to share a document.
Yesterday I was editing some video at the end of the day when I got an e-mail at 4:05 from someone responding to the reminder I’d sent the day before. She was able to get into the meeting, she said. Okay. I saved what I was working on and quickly joined and we went through the same stuff as I had with the others the afternoon before. It was clear from something she later said that even after I’d spent 10 minutes in the meeting with her, she had *no idea *that the meeting had actually been the day before. Honestly, I didn’t say anything about it being the wrong day because I was able to join the meeting, and pointing it out would’ve just embarrassed her. I do wonder if she realized it yet…and I hope she joins the real meetings on the correct days!
Psst, we’er over here now.