We doctors are important men

That goldfish with the curved spine, our first mysterious illness of the winter, died. I don't know. I had fallen back to testing the water once a week, and I should know better. This is the time of year we always get some mysterious fish deaths. The water quality might not have anything to do with anything, but it's the thing I can affect.

Meantime, well, I had a busy week of job-hunting. Possibly my busiest, for sending out applications and for having some kinds of reply. Monday was with a headhunter who had two remote jobs that I wasn't fit for, and asked about how open I was to relocating. I'm really, really not looking to relocate, but concede there might be some opportunity great enough to make it worth at least living separate from bunny_hugger on the weekdays. I don't know what that is but, I mean, if someone offered me $320,000 a year but I have to work in Boston? I'd be hard-pressed to say no.

Anyway, the headhunter found another remote job, one I'm roughly qualified for, and I did a Zoom interview for that on Friday. I'm supposed to hear back from that around the end of the business day Monday, so that's when that'll reject me. Also got independently another Zoom interview this past Wednesday, which also felt like it went well enough but I know it won't go anywhere. That and a half-hour each night on LinkedIn roleplaying my work'sona has given me a new stage of demoralization I hadn't thought I had in me.

Here's a bit more of walking around at Easter time.

We walked up toward the waterfall and discovered a swan doing an amazing job of stationkeeping!

The water was flowing seriously. Also, we noticed this adorable cute little bridge of dubious utility. It's covering a gap of maybe eight inches.

I realized my eye level was close to the line above the waterfall and took some pictures of that. The falling water looks like ice-crystal wheat or something.

Trivia: Henry Irving was the first English actor to be knighted for his service to the arts. Source: The Age of Capital, 1848 - 1875, Eric Hobsbawm. (This in 1895, though Wikipedia says he was first offered in 1883; Irving lived from 1838 to 1905.)

Currently Reading: Behemoth: A History of the Factory and the Making of the Modern World, Joshua B Freeman.