Wednesday, September 17, 2025

Last night's sleep was horrendous. I was up until 2:30 before feeling the slightest bit tired. Eventually, I capitulated, adjusted to the circumstances and worked on improving shortcuts to refine my pull of health metrics. Was it necessary? Not in the least. But rewarding and challenging in a way reminiscent of my earlier engineering years. There is something very gratifying about the "ah-ha" moments of insight or the recognition of an opportunity to create a sub-routine. And even now, I realize I could do more and write better code. Once I eventually fell asleep, it was time to wake up for a scheduled coffee date and a mandatory need to retrieve the car from the school under threat of being towed. As far as I know, that has not happened, but it's not worth the risk. Jen dropped me, and I returned home to sleep more while she and Wendy held down the "HYC" show in my absence. As the sleepless night progressed I found myself falling into anger and resentment thoughts. Thoughts of being taken for granted by Linda, my mom, Tommy, Jen even, and others. It was a sort of delirium, yet very present in the moment. I reflect on that here because it is so the opposite of my aspirations or self-image, yet there it is all the same. I wonder where it originated and why sleep depravation (several days in a row) brought it about. After getting the car I crawled into bed until around 9:00, then arose to start over. It was a significant improve­ment. I whipped up an omelet with visions of Los Gatos Case and came away with a bland frittata. Jen's home made yogurt saved the day… so delicious! I saw my mom as well, for her quarterly meeting with her oncologist, before returning to spend the remainder of the afternoon and evening alone. It was productive and enjoyable. The temp­erature hit 91 and finally cooled down around 8. more effort went into the time blocking, includ­ing getting tech after 8 (or at least, using it for consumption, nothing more). A night's sleep seems likely now, so that I will try with fragmented faith.

πŸ›️ 8:47 AM ⚖️189.8(0(-7.5)) πŸ‘£ 7,351(3.2mi) πŸƒ‍♂️32min ❤️63(55-113)