2026-01-22

Backslide. Into the mode where time becomes sand, fingers spread. Slip slip slip. Work becomes all I do. But I'm catching it this time - we just have a lot going on to start the year and I'm trying to do what I can to pitch in. The problem is I like the technical stuff so much that I become obsessed (maybe addicted, I'm realizing) and I happily work into the wee hours after Meadow is asleep.

Then it gets late, I don't journal, don't do life things. Who suffers? The chunkypups mailing list - that's who. Going to bed early tonight so that I can wake up tomorrow to tackle some things.

Everyone is abuzz here about the winter storm headed our way. Forecasts at the start of the week laughably said "maybe 20+ inches of snow!" which is guffaw-worthy. Now they're saying it's going to be a whole lot of freezing rain. Who knows! Malcolm had a live show in Cookesville though, which was sadly a casualty of the uncertainty. Postponed.

I set up a VM tonight with such a crazy GPU that it costs more than most people's mortgage to use. It's for some high-memory Alden is going to do tomorrow. I called it moneymachine and now the song is stuck in my head.

Let's see what tomorrow evening brings. Weather-wise. I've got the XC skis ready for action and wouldn't mind a bit of sledding with Meadow.