As is often the case, a happy moment is followed by reflection and droopery.
I think I invented a new area of economic inquiry yesterday. It combines stealth feminism, libertarianism and a new way of viewing productivity data. I’m going to cruise around the web and see if anybody is actually, like, already doing it. I’m betting not.
Somehow, in adjusting my cpap mask for tightness I fixed it so it doesn’t actually feel comfortable and it pinches my nose like crazy. So .4 hours last night. I am so bleary this morning (and I slept nine hours) that I made coffee for the first time in weeks.
Buster just jumped from the tv stand to the top of the tv, balanced precariously on that while my brO and I dropped the air pressure in the room by a couple of kilopascals, and then leaped up to the shelf above the tv where lurketh the handmade Cthulhu stuffies. For a second we thought he was going to jump onto the secondary screen, in which case I’d still be cleaning up glass and debris. Must figure out how to anchor that!