But is it terminal?
If my computer didn’t offer that convenient calendar and day name utility on the taskbar, I would be lost. Going to my fridge calendar is useful, but only on a limited basis; it reminds me that 2 follows 3. It doesn’t help when I no longer have a sense of where in the weekly cycle I’ve landed. In fact, that might be the biggest result of the pandemic.
Someone mentioned that I left the workforce six years ago (already), and I’m rather pleased. Nothing has changed, despite the fear filled term “fixed income”. Actually, as a civil servant, living in Canada, I was always subject to revenue neutral; I simply adjusted my spending profile to whatever emergency came along. So, take that, rich folks. Even the poorer can get by. Please note that I have never lusted after a home any closer to a beach than this one, and the want of a zip code rather than a postal code… not how I roll.
We had a few minutes of hail, this afternoon. That was unexpected. Even the dog wanted to come inside to watch. And now I am left with questions that would have been asked in high school physics: do hailstones achieve terminal velocity? I really have no idea, so I’m going to be doing a deep dive on the web, later this evening. What is terminal velocity? Is it subject to the mass of the hailstone? Does it hurt when it hits (yes, it does)? Since we likely won’t have another chance to observe in 2020, I’ll be storing my new knowledge away for a future moment.
