Drawn by the fine folks at Sore Thumbs (which might be too suggestive for your workplace, actually.)
They were having a blood drive at work on Wednesday. So I donated. It wasn’t insanely difficult or painful, but it did take longer than I expected. And after they were finished and I walked over to the canteen, my vision got fuzzy and I thought I was going to fall over. I had to lie down for a few minutes, drink some apple juice, and eat some raisins before I felt better. After that, it was no big deal, though I didn’t do my usual “I’ll take the stairs while you take the elevator and I’ll be there before you!” thing at lunch.
Why? I don’t know for sure. Relatives have needed blood, and someone who wasn’t me was there to give it to them. 13 years ago, Kari tried to donate blood, but they wouldn’t let her because she had a bad cold. It’s entirely possible that whoever gets my blood will develop a sudden and unexplained interest in Free Software, though.
No dinner at Steve’s on Wednesday, mostly because Steve is in NYC visiting family. Fuzzball was happy that I was home.