That tour that has bugged me forever is now behind me. I ended up being a stand-in for the fellow I work for in my other volunteer work at the museum and was able to answer some questions about that end of the museum. It went well. Truth be told, this is a huge weight lifted after dealing with the gaslighting of the staff member who used to be in charge of this program. I took my mask off for the tour, but we were in a big open space and I hope that worked in all of our favor.

I'm finding ways to get out that allow me to still maintain some distance and wear masks when needed. I went to a guitar concert on Friday (where I sat, masked, in the back away from people) and on Monday have tickets to a speaker's series on my old campus. Dinner with a friend and then well-spaced seats will work.

I pulled down another bin from the upper shelf in the closet this morning, wondering if I had a pair of black dress slacks. Nope. Not in size 12 (two in size 10 - I doubt I'll get there, but I'm not tossing them yet.) I wore black jeans for the tour. Slacks may be something I need to buy for general special occasion use; I'll start at the thrift store before heading to the department store outlet. I found some great stuff there earlier this month. Before I shop I need to poke around in the front room and see if I have any boxes of slacks in there—I remember setting some aside to sell but may not have listed. (They may have been taken to Goodwill.)

The next couple of days are for catching up in the kitchen, emptying the big compost bins into the pile in the back, and getting stuff put out at the curb for trash day. I have some extra limbs again this week but think they can go in the can and be picked up (as opposed to being in the stack last week to go in bulky waste.)