Huh. Turns out two beers in a deceptively loud brewpub were not the proper
medication for my sinus thing. Who knew?
They were good beers,
though, and the manager and the brewer kept stopping by and letting us give them
shit, and the waitress was funny and amused by us, and the food was tasty, and a
good time was had by all. Also, the waitress, a math major, mentioned that she'd
been interviewing for an intern position in a local company I'd never heard of,
that might also be hiring some of us older non-intern types. So I even got a job
tip out of it.
In the middle of the night, though, I woke up with a
throat sorer than it had been, and a desperate need to blow my nose many, many
times. I didn't want to wake Rudder, so I moved to the spare bedroom and read and
blew my nose alternately for a couple of hours.
In the next hour and
a half, I need to decide whether I'm going to go hiking with a fellow laid-off
former IIS employee or call to cancel. Somehow, hiking seems like less effort than
trying to find the perfect moment to call, after she's woken up and before she's
left, before she's spent too much time scrambling around looking for her water
bottle and hiking boots. Besides, we probably won't exert ourselves too much and
some fresh air might help. Anyway, this is one of the people who was exiled to
Worcester, MA, with me last winter (see the first month of entries in this diary)
and I haven't seen her since she was laid off, several weeks before I was.