What a strange time. We just had Halloween a couple of weeks ago, followed by the U.S. elections. Now all of the sudden, it is Friday the thirteenth. Then again, most of this year has felt like one thing after another. The date notwithstanding, my morning was booked with work functions. Ever since the pandemic started, which someone on one of my social media accounts noted was right before the last Friday the thirteenth in March, I have been alternating between working at home and in the office. Some functions still require my physical presence and I had scheduled myself to take care of those this particular morning. The first thing I normally do when I get up is to check my phone for e-mails and any news that I might have missed overnight. You can take the journalist out of the newsroom, but you cannot take the newsroom out of the journalist.
One e-mail came from Dr. Tiell, asking about availability to go over the ICC website this morning. She laid out her plans between eight and eleven a.m. Eastern Time, noting she would be free at nine (B. Tiell, personal communication, November 13, 2020). I was going into the office at ten (nine-o’clock Central) and could not alter those plans but Dr. Tiell did give the option for tomorrow morning, which of course is Saturday and in the age of COVID, I do not have anything going for the day, except I do like to sleep in on days off but not too late. So I agreed to discuss the website tomorrow at 11/10c.