Sunday is for Groceries and Plans
There's been a lot of smart and interestng comments about yesterday's post, which surprised me a lot, since I sort of thought I'd just be griping into the wind before I put that gripe back into a shoebox and that shoebox goes back under the bread. You were all very encouraging, so maybe I'll read a little more on our beginnings and toss out a kind of curriculum for myself. Read some, think some, write some. If what I want doesn't exist, I can at least make something like it.
The other interestng distraction of the weekend has been a sketchy plan to build an impersonation of a Tivo. This is a thing that is done in the world. We crunched some numbers, evaluated options and it seems a fine project to tinker with over the spring and summer. I'm leaning toward MythTv, but there's plenty of chatter in the universe that would beg you to seriously consider using Sage instead for your pocketbook and your sanity. But like I said, it's all sketches and research at this point.
It's supposed to be really warm tomorrow, and I'm excited to run. Friday when I ran, I got pissed at myself because I had to stop after just 10 minutes to use my inhaler and walk. I can and do run much farther than that without trouble on a regular basis, but something about having to stop a bit for the first time in ages felt like a failure of lungs and willpower. The rest of my run was under a cloud of second-guesses: "Was it really the beginnings of an asthma attack, or was I just being a sissy?", "If I were better at breathing, would I have had any trouble?" But mastery is a forever imperfect and incomplete quest, so there's always tomorrow to try all over again.
The other interestng distraction of the weekend has been a sketchy plan to build an impersonation of a Tivo. This is a thing that is done in the world. We crunched some numbers, evaluated options and it seems a fine project to tinker with over the spring and summer. I'm leaning toward MythTv, but there's plenty of chatter in the universe that would beg you to seriously consider using Sage instead for your pocketbook and your sanity. But like I said, it's all sketches and research at this point.
It's supposed to be really warm tomorrow, and I'm excited to run. Friday when I ran, I got pissed at myself because I had to stop after just 10 minutes to use my inhaler and walk. I can and do run much farther than that without trouble on a regular basis, but something about having to stop a bit for the first time in ages felt like a failure of lungs and willpower. The rest of my run was under a cloud of second-guesses: "Was it really the beginnings of an asthma attack, or was I just being a sissy?", "If I were better at breathing, would I have had any trouble?" But mastery is a forever imperfect and incomplete quest, so there's always tomorrow to try all over again.