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Once upon a time, I spent a fair amount of time able to look at social media... (Before it was even called thus? Am I a hipster now? Probably. I do have hips, after all...)
And then things radically shifted. Kid, obviously. I get about 3 "free" hours a day to do all the things that aren't being at work, commuting, or riding herd on the offspring. I used to catch up at work.
Then work radically shifted from a sleepy institution where nobody particularly noticed or cared if I lost a day ... a week... doing my own thing. Sometimes I have useless days at work, but more often than not, I have a to do list that won't get done this month. It's good. I'm doing new things, getting stuff done, and part of a team that cares deeply about what's going on.
So, I often have half-formed posts in my head, but like Inigo Montoya can scarecely sum up, much less provide proper exposition. I end up doing bullet lists in the hopes of sharing and providing myself some breadcrumbs for when I wonder "what was I doing that summer?" after a few years have gone past.
Here I am again, in half the span of a Dinosaur Train episode, hoping to shed some light on what's up.
And then things radically shifted. Kid, obviously. I get about 3 "free" hours a day to do all the things that aren't being at work, commuting, or riding herd on the offspring. I used to catch up at work.
Then work radically shifted from a sleepy institution where nobody particularly noticed or cared if I lost a day ... a week... doing my own thing. Sometimes I have useless days at work, but more often than not, I have a to do list that won't get done this month. It's good. I'm doing new things, getting stuff done, and part of a team that cares deeply about what's going on.
So, I often have half-formed posts in my head, but like Inigo Montoya can scarecely sum up, much less provide proper exposition. I end up doing bullet lists in the hopes of sharing and providing myself some breadcrumbs for when I wonder "what was I doing that summer?" after a few years have gone past.
Here I am again, in half the span of a Dinosaur Train episode, hoping to shed some light on what's up.
- Nose! Better. I'ts been a month since surgery. Most notable thing: no more drip drip drip. I feel ridiculous to have not investigated it sooner, given how perpetual it apparently was. My snoring is "polite." My dreams are more vivid
- Kid- a week from turning 4. Ye gods. He's amazing. He sings, he dances, he's wheedling. You know. 4! He moves up to PreK-1 at school in a few weeks with the rest of his class. Should be awesome to have new teachers.
- Travel- off to Ohio one more time on Tuesday. Big archives conference + some time with my family and friends.
- Back just in time to spend some time with quiet_elegance who is getting the first half of his carpel tunnel surgery sorted out the day I return.
- Household- good! We are getting on just fine lately.
- Not so fun- Rob of DHR, who had cut my hair from about 2001 through til he stopped working after his brain cancer diagnosis, died August 2nd after a month in hospice. I'm headed out very shortly to go visit Dale at the memorial. As always, regret for not being just a little more present every time I saw him over the last year, because I had no idea it'd be the last when it happened... but also I'm glad I didn't know it'd be the last.
- But more optimistically, jedipartner1967, who was diagnosed with bone cancer around Christmas time last year, is just about ready to be released after having his immune system wiped like a droid's memory after dealing with Princess Leia. He's taken his jedi trials seriously and remains a shining beacon of hope of medicine and force of will over renegade cells. He will be a bright spot in this visit back home.