Since I had two back-to-back meetings downtown today, I left for my Monday morning ride early. It was, and still is, quite warm for this time of year, even here in New Orleans. I suppose it was nearly 70 F when I headed for the levee this morning, taking my usual route down Neron, Short, and Willow streets. After three group rides in a row, I was rather looking forward to a quiet solo ride. As often happens when I ride alone, my pace would creep upward gradually until I would finally have to consciously ease up for a while. Next thing I'd know, I would find myself again pushing up against my self-imposed "base training" limit. Of course, around here it's hard, and not much fun, to do a real base training phase, since there the combination of the relatively mild weather and the frequent group rides tends to guarantee some significant hard efforts practically year-round. You could do it, of course, but what fun would that be? So anyway, I got in an easy 22 miles or so and headed home to iron a shirt.
The Psychiatry department staff arrived at 8 a.m. to move their stuff out of our house and drive it all downtown where they are finally able to reoccupy their offices on the 10th floor of the Tidewater Building on Canal Street. Since I needed a ride downtown for my two meetings with subcommittees of the Mayor's "Bring New Orleans Back Commission," I helped them load and unload boxes and computers, and then got The Wife to drop me off down at One Canal Place for my 10 a.m. meeting. The rest of the day was spent in meetings, writing up notes and reports, etc. I also set up a Tulane listserv for one of the workgroups and made a few minor changes to the website.
This evening the insurance adjuster called. They want to pay to replace one half of the roof and to patch the other half, so are offering about half of the lowest estimate I got from my roofer. I'm faxing them my estimates in the morning, assuming I can get to a functional fax machine. They're also saying that you can still get asbestos shingle roofing. Hmmm.
On the plus side, when we got home today we discovered that mail had been delivered. The actual U.S. Postal Service had actually delivered actual mail right to our actual house! Whoohooo! Now that's exciting. Never mind that one piece was a flyer for a bike race in SC that happened in mid-October and another was a cable bill dated Nov. 3.
One little problem at home, though. It seems that while we had a fax machine connected to our home telephone line, one of the faculty members gave his answering service the number. Their automated messaging system keeps calling our house now trying to fax us copies of his messages, and it is very persistent! I've turned the ringer off on the phones for now. Hopefully we can get it fixed tomorrow.
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