Yes, part of me is still a mathematician. I may not remember all the names of angles (complementary and such) in geometry, but I just left an editorial query on this eighth-grade math project noting that my suggested change was inelegant.
Also, I think my job is clarity. Not just here: on the uptown 6 this afternoon, someone wanted to know how to get to 14th Street, and after I explained that (the "Union Square" label on the strip map being unclear) she said she was trying to get to 13th and Ninth, so I explained about the L. She thanked me profusely.
(After work, I went to the gym, which was surprisingly crowded. Not just surprising to me: I overheard a discussion of why it was moreso than the previous Wednesday evening. I'm also thinking, based on the noise levels that leak out with the door closed, that the spin class probably ought to come with a safety warning, and OSHA might want to take a look at it.
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cattitude and I both got home late, I because of the workout and he because of a last-minute meeting, and I had some freelance stuff to do; on nights like this, I am very glad to be able to get acceptable pizza delivered.