I've stopped having anxiety attacks about work, but that's coincided with with actually running into work problems--my substance abusers do not wish to be found, and if found, do not wish to be interviewed. Seriously, we're joking that I should just start riding the bus, since last time was on the 29 I overheard this young born again guy macking on a girl by telling her his life story (ex druggie) and inviting her and HER BOYFRIEND to his church. Huh.
Tomorrow Anners and I are going to Coolidge to do interviews. One person so far. ONE. NOT ENOUGH.
But last week, we had two meetings to brief people internally and externally on what we're up to and everyone was pleased.
There's some rockabilly at The Rhythm Room next week I am hoping to check out, and free breakfast this weekend at Ikea, aka "Swedish Socialist Soup Kitchen." Ikea thrills me for multiple reasons--cheap cute furniture, but also if you pay with a debit card you get a 3% rebate that you can save and combine to get discounts in the future. Oh, if all American commercial enterprises thought encouraging responsible consumerism lead to future loyalty and improved sales.
Cain ran outside yesterday morning when I was struggling with a lot of bags. Bad kitty! He jumped over my stuff, and ran down the steps and past the downstairs neighbor's patio without stopping and tried to hide behind a bush to figure out his next move. Then I got him. I let him out on my balcony (supervised), so he has an idea of what is outside but loud neighbors and dogs scare him. And his is not interested in our colony of pigeons.
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