I am not dizzy again, though the vertigo issues hover in the periphery (in truth or in my fears), at bay I suspect only because I am careful to sleep only on my right side or on my back with head turned right, and no fast or false moves. No, it's been a dizzying work week after a dizzying vacation week. I started my new job on Monday and was instantly tasked with leading a project, introduced as such to the client on conference call, and presented with an initial deadline of sorts for Wednesday afternoon. All while figuring out how to use the company's network, find the coffee machine, fill out forms, get my key card, meet new people, etc. Anyway, I apparently passed with flying colors and can now feel my way through to my next milestone end of next week. It's going well. People in the office have been very welcoming and warm (the office not so much -- I am packing a wool sweater from now on to deal with the frigid air conditioning).
The week before my work start was less relaxing than I'd hoped. Lingering feelance projects needed tending. Then I went in to Boston with D to prepare for and co-host his last 4th of July party on his expansive 5th floor deck - last because he'll be moving in August, fortunately just downstairs, but there will be no more deck with skyline view. (Last year we didn't have the party as it had gotten too tiring and expensive, but with the end in sight he decided to host one last hurrah.) It was in the high 90s and his air conditioners were barely coping, though by evening it was reasonably comfortable on the deck. We also had company staying with us. D had been down on the Cape for a reunion with old friends (they were in their 20s when they all lived together) and a couple of the guys came to the cookout and camped out on the floor while another friend stayed at a nearby hotel. So on Friday, July 5th, the five of us went on a tour through their old neighborhoods, including a hair-raising excursion through the one-way-street maze of Beacon Hill (by semi-air conditioned car). We then headed over to the Seaport district for a nice late lunch at Legal (Seafoods) Harborside.
Speaking of Beacon Hill, it was in the news today that they've linked Albert DeSalvo, the Boston Strangler, to his last victim, Mary Sullivan, found in 1964 in her Beacon Hill apartment raped and strangled. D was actually in that apartment the day before, visiting her roommates before heading back up to Lowell where he was living. Just 17 years old at the time, he was pretty freaked out when he heard it on the news (he hadn't met Mary), in part because he realized his fingerprints were in the place. He knew one of the roommates, who apparently was the one to discover the body; only 19 years old herself, she said she'd never get it out of her mind and immediately packed up and moved back home. (I recently read about the Strangler cases in Sebastian Junger's A Death in Belmont and was so disturbed I couldn't even finish it.)
Well, just one more day of work and then we have a pretty free weekend ahead with no social obligations. D also started a fuller schedule with his volunteer position this week, so has also been very busy. It's looking to be somewhat cooler than the heat wave we had last week, so hopefully it will be more tolerable. We both could use a rest.