This post covers most of my week-long vacation, so while it's not quite
time for a wrap-up of my goals, I can say that I met about half of them.
Which was about what I expected.
The big accomplishment for the week, without a doubt, was posting my one-line Linux setup/configuration
package up on GitHub. (I
then spent much of the rest of the week debugging and tweaking, but that's
also to be expected.) It's called Honu, after the Hawaiian
name for the green sea turtle, because a turtle carries its home around with
it. The README starts off with this quote from my song, Windward, because I
just couldn't resist:
Where the wind takes us next year no turtle can tell
But we'll still be at home, come high water or hell,
Because home is wherever you carry your shell.
The implied puns on $HOME and sh(1) are, of course, entirely intentional.
Honu is meant to be fairly general; it's expected that any user --
including me! -- is going to want to customize the heck out of it. To
that end, there's a sample customization package, also on GitHub, called
Myrtle. Of course. (My
own customization package, which you will not find on
GitHub, is called Mathilda, after LookingGlass Folk's name for the narrator of
It hasn't been all roses and rainbows, however. I've spent an inordinate
amount of time coping with the bindweed (morning glory's evil twin) that
has overgrown the walkway along the south side of the house, sorting a
year or two's worth of mail, and recovering from last week's disk crash on
the server. I've been doing quite a lot of writing, though a lot of that
has been on Quora, so I'm not sure whether that counts toward my
daily writing goal, or away from it.
I'll say one thing for Quora, though -- it makes me appreciate my own
knowledge and social skills. Being able to answer questions is a real
boost to my self-confidence in both those areas. Who knew?
Psychologically, well, ... mixed. I've definitely been less stressed out
the last two days of the week than the first two -- I was able to handle a
trip downtown that turned out to be a total write-off, due to things being
closed/not where I expected, quite calmly and even with a little wry
humor. The check from last week's stock sale arrived on Tuesday, which
helped. On the other hand, it still apparently doesn't take much
frustration to put me back over the edge.
I was a total wreck on Sunday. I seem to handle stress a lot
better when I'm by myself. With Colleen around, especially, I get into a
horrible feedback loop. By the time I got home I could probably have used
an Ativan, but my prescription on those has long since expired. I settled
for reading and gin. Low blood sugar may have contributed; I'm not sure I
can tell the difference between anxiety and hunger. Alexithymia in action.
I am not ready to go back to work tomorrow. I may never be
ready. I'll do it, but it won't be pretty.
( Notes & links, as usual )