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Oh no, we’ve peaked into “trying to write three different blog posts in your head“ caffeinated territory.
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My current working theory with toaster waffles is that you shouldn’t aim to get them done in one go. You’ll end up with burnt waffles with frozen edges. At least I do. So I’ve been experimenting with multiple toasting at lower temps.
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The tipping point! Just enough coffee to go from a shambling mass of grey matter to a functioning individual.
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Today had all the makings of a bad day, but I managed to get through having just sort of a blah day. That’s a win. I’ll take it.
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I did get to play some Minecraft with Carl this afternoon, and it was a fun. We got a hopper working with a chicken, and played around with an automatic piston harvester. A great way to unwind after a long day.
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I don’t know which executive at either Sony or Microsoft is responsible for it, but they need to get on the stick and enable Realms for the PS4. I’d love to be able to work on this in VR. It’s frustrating to be unable to work on
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Muddlin’ through. Thinking about Minecraft helps. We have a realm, and I’ve slowly been building a palace complex since the pandemic started. It’s a little overwhelming, actually, and hard to get started on sometimes, but once I find a little section to work on, I’ll happily tinker
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The happy sounds of the boys playing together, loud, high-pitched yawlps of joy, clashing with the tinny voice from my wife’s FaceTime call with her best friend, and I’m pacing in the kitchen, unable to find an eye of calm between two sensory storms.
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There should be a word or a phrase for the late Fall rain that knocks all the leaves from the trees.
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Ah yes, the joy of having your Monday on a Tuesday. Digging out your inbox. Tracking down the people who should have cc’d you that their problems were resolved. Then I opened a jar of something that had gone moldy and now I feel weird, slightly sick.
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Washed my hair with baby shampoo, thinking that it would be neutral and less perfumed, and boy was I wrong.
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I’m going to make waffles. I need to write more on my blog. Somehow these things seem related.