I have an editing job to do today, and applications to fill out for the home health job and jobs being a support person to intellectually disabled people, but don't really need to leave the house if I don't want to. It's a good feeling.
Later: I texted a bit with L.B. mid-afternoon, which led to me driving up to meet her and help her a bit with her studies for the LPN program. Her son was playing video games, and she was studying in a back room. She had two or three chapters to read assigned per day this week from a very large nursing book, and said that the reading was a lot for her. L.B. hadn't been in a formal educational setting since she graduated high school twenty years or so ago, so it's been a big shock to her system.
I skimmed the first ten chapters of the book. L.B. is smart, but isn't a reader. She said she reads word by word, and she knows I can speedread. She complained that one of the chapters was 15 pages long. "I read a hundred pages an hour," I said. It was more like 150 pages an hour before I started reading on computers and my attention for reading became fragmented, and that was for light reading, but I can still read even academic texts more quickly than many people can, apparently.
Near midnight, I finished the editing job.