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I got a lot done today, which is good, but when it was time to make dinner, I was running out of spoons and not sure it would work. But it did, and we had lamb patties and a salad, and another half pound of lamb is now in the freezer.
In the morning I stretched and exercised: I'd been letting that slide, and feeling it, so did all the hip and knee stretches both yesterday and today. Plus a half dozen of my PT-related exercises, and some crunches.
My new proofreading client, who I will call Janet because that's her name, and I exchanged some more email about how she would sending me a deposit before I start work. Bank of America, where she banks, offered to do a direct bank transfer, then asked for my mailing address, and when she gave them that they suddenly needed to know what kind of account the money would be going into: not just savings vs. checking, but specifically whether it's a regular or a money-market savings or checking account. At that point it looked like they were trying to throw up obstacles. So I took her other suggestion, of using Venmo. I only signed up for Venmo a few weeks ago and had been thinking of it as part of me dealing with the pandemic, because I signed up in order to pay for ice cream delivery. I hadn't expected to use it to receive money. It seems to work OK, although I don't understand why people want a money-transfer app with social media traits. "Seems" because the money she sent hasn't made it to my bank account yet, but they said it would take a day or two, unless I wanted to pay a fee for an instant transfer.
After lunch I took apart boxes, to put in the recycling. I cut up at least eight boxes, and slid the cardboard in at the edge of the bin, so after five or six boxes there seemed to still be as much room in the bin as when I started. The porch looks a lot less cluttered than it did this morning.
In between cutting up bocrd, I proofread an article for ACM queue, who have been sending me a little bit of work every other month since 2002.
Tomorrow I will take things a little easier.
In the morning I stretched and exercised: I'd been letting that slide, and feeling it, so did all the hip and knee stretches both yesterday and today. Plus a half dozen of my PT-related exercises, and some crunches.
My new proofreading client, who I will call Janet because that's her name, and I exchanged some more email about how she would sending me a deposit before I start work. Bank of America, where she banks, offered to do a direct bank transfer, then asked for my mailing address, and when she gave them that they suddenly needed to know what kind of account the money would be going into: not just savings vs. checking, but specifically whether it's a regular or a money-market savings or checking account. At that point it looked like they were trying to throw up obstacles. So I took her other suggestion, of using Venmo. I only signed up for Venmo a few weeks ago and had been thinking of it as part of me dealing with the pandemic, because I signed up in order to pay for ice cream delivery. I hadn't expected to use it to receive money. It seems to work OK, although I don't understand why people want a money-transfer app with social media traits. "Seems" because the money she sent hasn't made it to my bank account yet, but they said it would take a day or two, unless I wanted to pay a fee for an instant transfer.
After lunch I took apart boxes, to put in the recycling. I cut up at least eight boxes, and slid the cardboard in at the edge of the bin, so after five or six boxes there seemed to still be as much room in the bin as when I started. The porch looks a lot less cluttered than it did this morning.
In between cutting up bocrd, I proofread an article for ACM queue, who have been sending me a little bit of work every other month since 2002.
Tomorrow I will take things a little easier.
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