It was a busy week and the weekend wouldn't be quite as relaxing as I would have hoped. There was a cave rescue training scheduled! The venue was some hour away, and they tend to take a while. I would have to leave by nine and probably not be back until five. I could do without that! I was feeling the strain. But well, a woman's gotta do what a woman's gotta do. So I let the organisers know that I would show up unless work would get me first.
It would be an interesting training, anyway. The first one after the schism! And it would be highly likely there would be ThursdayNighters there. Maybe not many; the previous one only had one (other than myself, as I still was one then). But I didn't expect zero. It would be interesting to see what they would do when they saw me appear! And would it be a pleasant training? Possibly not. But I don't do cave rescue for fun; I do it because I think it's important that we have a team, as rarely as it's needed, and if I think it should be there I should put my money where my mouth is.
But then there was the Slate talk. And one of the team members showed up. Before the talk, he walked up to me to say the training might be cancelled due to Covid-19 concerns. I said I wouldn't mind! I could do with a break. And it's not as if one cancelled training is going to render us ineffective. And during the talk I felt my phone vibrate several times. When we were perusing a table with flyers and the likes after the talk, the other team member and I went through our messages, and le voila; indeed it had been cancelled. Good! I could take it easy, recover a bit, and thereby improve my immune system; surely a good thing. And we'll see when we'll be back training again!