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I was volunteered to pick my parents up from JFK. As I drove them back to their house, my mom asked me this:

"You've lost a lot of weight lately."

"Yeah..."

"Tell me, because I'm worrying. Are you sick?"

So I laughed, and broke the story about the diet to her. I'm not sure why her mind went to me having some awful wasting disease, though. That was kind of weird.

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Now that I've been at this job a few months, I'm finding the place slightly irritating but not intolerable. My boss, the principal of the firm that I directly work for, is a little wound-up but not totally unreasonable. She gets irritable sometimes, but she does come in with a genuine desire to resolve problems and help you get things done.

The commute is a little grating due to the long walk to the bus. I've gotten soaked in the rain a few times, and there were a few bitter-cold mornings during the winter that I endured.

I guess I'll hang around here for a while. It's not perfect, but I can deal with it.