I seem to be having a thing with the Chloe the Sloth at Como Conservatory. Yet another botanist noticed that Chloe wakes up when I come along – despite it being in the wee hours from the perspective of a sloth. I’m apparently one of the few visitors who gets to see her face.
So, evidently, my spirit guide for my way through Finding Water is a sloth. I don’t know what that means, unless it’s some metaphor for my sleeping too much and not working enough. Today Chloe showed her face, a rarity – and she kept moving it towards me. A tour guide was guessing that my voice is similar to her zookeeper’s, and that’s why she responds to me. Which would be fine, but this is the first day I’ve ever actually spoken to her.
Now her movement can’t be too rare – other tour guides have mentioned favorite “Chloe moves” but all of them seem to think it’s rare. Clearly, I get more of a treat.
So what about my work is related to a sloth? Well, it’s pace, definitely – I work in short bursts and wander off a lot. What else, I wonder?