Job hunt starting to pick up steam, with six conversations in five work days (sorry c_!). Even vague work acquaintances are willing to help me out; but I guess that’s in no small part because my corner of the job market is small enough that we’ll run into each other again anyways.

The big all hands meeting yesterday had the iciest of vibes; what was most telling is that there were no questions from the audience after they hammered home some more details of the reorganization. And that they didn’t mention the understream of two thirds are considering quitting. No, we got a bunch of band-aids and “y’all be fine! Really! But we will close your office and kill your culture.”

It feels like I’ve been going to physical therapy for a long time, but it’s really only been 12 weeks now. I’m doing pretty great; I still have some bad days but most days I can get around pretty easily, and I’m enjoying going back to the gym after years of little to no sports. My weights are low but my spirit is high. Running still kills me (I can’t last more than five minutes) but I did a 30 minute bike ride, a 40lbs deadlift and a bunch of 30lbs squats today pretty easily.