Swung by the YWCA before work began to get my new member ID card for entry, and also a parking card because the lot that was open pre-pandemic has been secured for paying customers only now (this will be a good incentive to go, since insurance isn't incentivising me anymore with a discount for multiple visits, a monthly parking fee will keep me honest "am I visiting enough to justify this pass?" (15 hours or more spent at the gym per month would be a yes answer, and if it's a no, well, then why am I not visiting more?)

Dug up the old Fitbit, and soon discovered that it's four generations behind the current models, which is just old enough that my phone will no longer coordinate with it.  Also, my Polar watch (and chest band) which I previously used on my weekly runs is also quite old (the wrist band is busted, and it likely needs a new batter, but again, is it too old now to matter?)  Before I go off buying new things, I'll consult with trainer Tim at the session tomorrow.

The contractor's rep Sean, who's in charge of the roofing project, called to tell me that May 6th is the start date for the roof replacement and they'll likely be there all week.  In addition to watching out for falling things from above, and getting framed things off the walls and fragile things off the shelves on the second floor, given all the pounding that will take place, I was also advised to make sure anything fragile plants, particularly in the back yard, get moved indoors for the time being.  Our roof is steeper than most, making it harder for the crew up above to guarantee everything will fall the way they want it to.

Internet service went out just a half hour before the end of part one of my work day at home, which was frustrating.  But it was up and running again by the time I got back from the Guthrie.

At the Guthrie, Jeremy gave me a call (which I couldn't answer at the time), and then followed up with a text at the exact same time that both my old friend Galway in New York texted, AND Mom's dear friend Linda in Pennsylvania also texted, multiple times.  My phone was buzzing so much I had to take it out of my pocket and just lay it down on the desk.  After being quite quiet all day long, suddenly my phone was dancing around.

Jeremy reminded me he's in town for opening weekend of the show at the Bryant Lake Bowl, something I'd forgotten about in the rush of tech week.  He's staying tonight with his folks, but then wondered if he could crash at my place after opening night of the show tomorrow evening.  Sure.  Sadly, the guest room proper is still stacked with boxes (this visit being a vivid reminder that project needs more attention).  But the couch also folds out into a futon bed, so I just need to find the sheets.  I'd been planning on rearranging the living room and kitchen areas anyway because my kitchen table is currently a set piece for the show.  And it hadn't occurred to me that I'd also been envisioning sitting with Mom's friend Joyce (in town Saturday) for a brief stop here.  So, time to rearrange the place a bit for multiple visitors (the first since Mom died, actually).

And a reminder, yet again, the house really should be hospitable on all levels and in all rooms.  A worthy project for the next few months, so I'm not dragging all this stuff into my 60s as well.

Phew!