Not A Whole Hell Of A Lot
Not a whole lot has happened in the last couple of days. Work is in kind of a lull, as we have lots of little projects we're working on, but the programming isn't what's driving things at the moment. And outside of work it's been Business As Usual, whatever that means.
Oh, yeah, and I had a splitting headache for a while last night. I suspect I'm going to spend a lot of this weekend sleeping off whatever this thing is I've got. It's like I've got a cold at 1/3 the strength, but lasting 3 times as long. I think I prefer the short, intense kind; take some cold medicine and a couple of sick days. Yeah, that would be better.
I am nearly done with my Christmas shopping, however, or at least the part that I have to drop in the mail to wing back east on Monday. That's something, anyway.
Newton's latest trick is to jump on top of my CD racks (which are six feet high and about 6 inches deep. No, they ain't nearly full; that's the whole idea of making them so big, to last a while). He likes to sit right above my halogen lamp and sun himself. I guess he likes the warmth. He also likes to sit on my desk right below my standard desk lamp, sometimes putting his head right up next to the bulb. I'm afraid he's going to bake his brain, so I usually stop him after a while, but it doesn't seem to have affected him so far, that I can tell.
I'll probably be inside for much of this weekend, so I'll be able to see whether any birds are coming to my feeder. When they get through the current pile of seed I'm going to take the feeder down and clean it, as I read an article in Isthmus, Madison's left-wing weekly newspaper, that you should clean them every week or so to prevent the spread of avian diseases. Makes sense; I'd never thought of that.
I imagine that once I've got a year of this thing under my belt, I'll be able to deconstruct the on-line journaling experience at some length. But mainly I think it will be interesting to have a concrete record of my life. If there's one thing being a baseball fan has taught me, it's that the human memory is extremely faulty, the mind is unduly influenced by superficial impressions, and that we tend to generalize from just one or two data points (e.g., a shortstop who makes great plays in the two games we see all year must be a "great fielder", even though he might have sucked in the other 160 games we didn't see).
I don't know how useful this record will be to me, but I probably won't know that until I find a use for it.
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