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I rose later, just before sunrise. I watched the dark fade away as I sat in my office (a former bedroom) and began my usual morning, looking out the window. I read (mostly deleting unread) my accumulation of email (and unsubscribe to right-wing stuff that occasionally finds its way to me). I updated my transactions in Quicken and revised those that were mis-assigned or not assigned at all. I doomscroll the CNN.com and New York Times websites. One of the reasons I purchased the NYT is that I like the way they write and put stories together. You can learn by just reading how to write better. Recommended, especailly non-poltical stoires like cooking stories. CNN continues to lock down its content (never well written in my experience), while the NYT is now excelling in on-the-minute updates. CNN is more of a habit than a useful resource.

I must admit that Friday is a blur in my memory, and I wasn’t very well-organized when I experienced it. I will try to compose a narrative.

I recall that I wrote while drinking the coffee I had assembled the night before, Sleep Monk brand (thanks, The Most Rev. Steve and AJ), while I ate a croissant from Paris Baguette that I had sliced to hide that it was two days old. I had stripped the bed and run, for two plus hours, the sanitize washer function. Later, the dryer made quick work of drying as the washer’s spin cycle left the laundry only damp.

I interrupted the writing by calling doctors’ offices and imaging locations, those that accept my insurance, to get my MRI of my brain to check if the tumor is returning or if the stuff they saw was just scar tissue or like unthreatening stuff. I am unsure I really want to invest in another MRI, but if it is terrible news, I have all that IRA money to spend in the next few years (I plan to have none left when I am done). It is extrememly unlikely that it will be bad news. But after three phone calls and stating the obvious a few times, the medical community agreed that they, not me, had something to do. I did get the doctors and imaging places to update my insurance information. I tried to schedule another image; there is a mass in my neck that I would like scanned, but I cannot get through as the phone company says the number is busy. I tried four times all through the day. My doctor is out, and I have not been able to have it moved to another imaging center.

I complete the laundry and my blog at about the same time. I open a can of chicken noodle soup and add more noodles, along with some of the seasoned, crispy, sliced baguette, to the soup. It is good, but I eat it too hot. I shower, dress, and all of that. I do add some extra noodles, and that helps it taste and the texture. I will have to make this someday, and just freeze it and add noodles when reheating.

I feel discombobulated, but my new book arrives via Amazon.com: Love, War, and Diplomacy by Eric Cline. By the end of Friday, I had read 59 pages and had trouble putting the book down. I enjoy his books; he writes well, and the detailed footnotes and bibliography give me confidence in his arguments.

I head to Cedar Hills mall and soon walk through City Home, where I manage to resist a bookcase made from the front of a tuk-tuk (just under $800) or a bar table made from a Vespa. I walked through the store three or four times. In each pass, I find more things that I like or find interesting.

I try to make it through Powell’s Cedar Hills Crossing store without buying anything, but C. S. Forester’s three books of the Hornblower series, which I once owned and read, in a single old volume, gets my $11. I bought the newest copy of Make Magazine and some postcards with the book.

I decided that dinner would not be something I would make at home and headed, after a few thoughts and travelling through the parking lot, to decarli (always in lowercase). There was exactly one seat at their bar, dinner seemed pre-ordained, and I soon was talking to Mary and Charles (I think that was their names), who were enjoying drinks and pizza, and I had a glass of something red and Old World. Meatballs again and still wonderful. I chat with folks and even get a few pages of a book (bringing Eric Cline’s book with me).

(A mixed French wine that I enjoyed)

After paying the bill, getting home, and saying good night to Deborah, I watch more of The Umbrella Academy, but the show is now taking off. This is what I discovered when I first watched it. After a few assembly episodes, the story suddenly becomes binge-worthy material.

I clean up the kitchen and assemble the coffee for Saturday morning. I dress in my PJs and read. It is hard to stop reading, but I am nodding off.

Thanks for reading!

Aside: I forgot to include this picture of Nav in Portland. This is the usual way to move from Highway 5 to Powell!

My morning seemed to be happening all at once. I had slept in until 8ish, knowing I had lunch with Scott (and I invited Joan S to join us, but a scheduling error with another appointment meant she missed us this time). I found the kitchen (it had not moved) and the coffee waiting for me. I also put in a mixed load of clothing into The New Laundry. PGE, my local utility, asked us on the volunteer list to reduce our power consumption on Thursday morning, and I did not use the dryer in the New Laundry until the afternoon. I unplugged various devices and did not use my desk lamp. Not much, but something. It is not all kindness; PGE pays me a small refund for helping.

I started the blog. I included my interest in exploring ancient texts and history, and I discussed it. I did more and more digging to better form my thoughts. I was also doomscrolling the news and reading Facebook items. I caught up on late-night comedians, who are also one of my news sources now (one of them said it is not that the comedians invaded the news, but that the news has become comedy and forced on them—an interesting observation). I was writing, reading, and composing, and soon another hour was gone, and I was late.

I did not have time to shower, but instead washed my face, brushed my mop of thin gray hair, and threw on clothes. I boarded Air VW the Gray and tried not to take it as a personal affront when Oregonians brake for green lights when I am running late!

Late by almost twenty minutes, Scott is only 1/4 through his beer, meaning not that late. We talked about my difficulty being an old, reasonably well-off white guy talking about discrimination that I did not experience. My difficulty with the information I received on the South Church Trip. This contrasted with my desire to have Courageous Conversations (the United Methodist Church’s term) about issues and politics. We talked about travel and my discoveries in coding AI solutions for a Kaggle challenge (Kaggle.com is a website that manages cutting-edge contests for solving AI problems).

Aside: As I discussed with Scott, I am finding that the higher-scoring submissions are scoring under 40 when orchestrating some existing models, and my weak solution using almost no technology scores 6.7. Google and others are supplying Open Source Large Language Model handling engines for general use. I am wondering now if the challenge is really understanding these models, picking one that best works on the crazy language selection (Akkadian to English), understanding the data, learning how to align the data to get better results, and then getting the run using Jupyter Notebooks (A sort of runtime environment for Python) subnitted and in completed in a reasonable amount of time. I am less interested in orchestration problems.

Mariah and I arranged an early dinner at Hopworks, off Southeast Powell in Portland, at 4ish.

Next, I return home in the EV, move the clothing from the washer to the dryer, and, in less than an hour, I am hanging up very dry, clean-smelling clothing. I do wonder if the previous machine left some funk on the clothing. Hmmmm.

I finally get into the shower after finishing the blog. My new OTC anti-fungal (skin rash is not getting better) product arrives, and it helps. By the time I am organized enough, it is time to drive to Portland. I take Highway 5, not 26, into Portland, as it was about the same time according to Nav, and is not a route I usually take. I like the view of Mount Hood. The view was great, and traffic was light, with only some stop-and-go due to an accident (another rear-end wreck). I made it in the VW about 4:15.

Mariah arrived before, and we soon talked about anything except Mariah’s work. We talked about travel and the edge of politics. We talked about money, houses, and laundry. We talked about my belief that data also contains information about itself that we miss. Avoiding the SciFi that there is a ghost-in-the-machine in the data we are missing. I am interested in what Akkadian texts, information from ancient shipwrecks, and ground-penetrating radar and scans can tell, and how to provide this information so AI can find that ghost. There are things to learn.

After some drinks for Mariah (I had one beer), a piece of cheesecake for me with coffee, we headed out. The return was the usual 26 path, as the outbound traffic from Portland was light. I returned home, watched The Two Popes on Netflix (here), and loved the show. It is a story based on events, but is all composed. It reminded me of the Cold War play, A Walk In The Woods (here). The story of two men, with opposing visions of the future of the Catholic Church, learning from each other. I thought it was touching, and I suggest watching the credits, as there are a few messages there.

With Thursday seemingly over before it started, I found my bed (it had not moved) and pulled up the covers and soon, after reading for a while and finding more errors in the book I am reading (the SciFi is self-published), I closed my eyes and was soon asleep. I have no memory of rising at night or having dreams. I woke just after 7 before sunrise.

Thanks for reading.

 

I rose later on Wednesday because I had been up late the night before. I rolled over at 7 and managed to rise just before sunrise. Coffee was waiting for me. My bread machine had danced through the night (more a cha-cha-chá than disco), and I sliced the still-warm bread it finished, rustic French-style but without the hard crust (that requires an oven), put it in a large ziplock bag, and added it to my freezer. Bread turns moldy for me too soon when homemade. Later, I would clean the bake/mix pan and put the bread machine, a cheap but working Amazon Basics version, away until I need it next month. Last night I set the machine on the stove top on a towel. The small lip on the smooth top of the electric range stops the machine from jumping off the surface when it dances.

With some toast (I took one slice of the new bread) with just butter and coffee (Sleepy Monk, supplied by the Most Rev. Steve (Defender of the Realm) and AJ; thanks!). I returned to my usual morning task: Remembering the day before and turning it into a story. Today, I added commentary about various grumpy items. It has been a chaotic week.

President Chaos-Battleship confused Greenland and Iceland in a speech in Europe today and seemed confused and lost a few times. And while I disagree with most of his policies, I hope that he can get help or can retire and make his victory lap. I am worried he will have to be removed against his will as he gets worse. It is clear that his staff is propping him up, a familiar experience for us on the liberal side. It is difficult to wish him good health, but I do. I hope the Republicans and their supporters can find a better solution than we liberals with Biden.

I moved Air VF the Gray to the street and ensured that the garage was available for the new laundry delivery. I checked that way was clear (“Make the way straight for The Laundry” to misquote the bible and other ancient texts). And returned to writing the blog.

I also connected with a dermatologist’s office that took my insurance but no longer takes new patients; the provider is also booked into 2027! Ugh! I tried the next one, score, and have an appointment on 30Jan. Yay!

I completed and published the slightly grumpy blog and headed into the kitchen. I needed to bring some control back to my life. Time to cook something! Trader Joe’s Shiitake Mushroom Chicken and making some rice to go with it sounded perfect. I am happy to work with prepared, cooked chicken instead of slimy, raw chicken or chop-until-you-drop for veggies. I added more frozen green beans, along with the chopped onion and celery that I froze a month ago. I had made too many chopped veggies for my last jambalaya. I washed and cooked basmati rice to go with it. Just a 1/2 cup (rice is bad for my diabetes and my weight–I cannot resist it).  It was hot and fun, but the taste was just average. Still, it gave me back some control.

I watched more of Pluribus on Apple+. It is an amazing show, a SciFi fantasy with a slow-running horror build, with an incredible lead, Rhea Seehorn. The show is now (episode 6, season 1), finally covering some thoughts I was wondering about. And the horror is rising. Wow!

Time runs away from me again. I start on some church paperwork and also start collecting Tax 2025 documents. Portland and other taxing authorities are starting to send out their 1099s. I am expecting to owe the federal government and a refund from the state of Oregon, which is going for another record Kicker. But this is my first year with no income other than transfers from my IRA, interest, apparent refunds, and dividends. Time to learn how retirement impacts taxes. 2026 is my Social Security income year.

It is always strange to reach checklist items (i.e., apply for Social Security) and then do it. It feels so unreal and a bit of a letdown. No longer planning and waiting. Off to the next thing.

The Costco folks arrive, and an hour later, I was running the New Laundry (GE Profile with separate washer and dryer; not a combo machine). The sad LG went the way of appliances via a free haul-away option. The delivery truck was loaded with questionable laundry from previous deliveries and haul-aways.

The process reminded me of many deliveries I did for Wild’s Furniture and Appliances, Inc. I remember delivering and hauling away a washer from an old basement. It was hard work. I was thinking about the delivery guys, Dad Wild, and Grandpa Wild, and about loading up trucks and taking trips to Saginaw, Michigan, to get more stuff. All good memories.

I ran towels in The New Laundry, and everything worked. I started to look at the instructions, surprisingly unhelpful, and just found my way. Later, I learned from the instructions to pull out the pour area to find the detergent tank, which I filled, and to remove the red light indicating the tank was near empty.  The New Laundry is less Internet-based and uses buttons and nobs, unlike The Machine, which required various updates (and allowed you to download various screen changes and sounds).

Again, my closet doors will not close for T he New Laundry. The front-loading doors prevent this. I think I can replace the doors with a curtain later. All good.

Dinner was more Trader Joe’s items, Frozen Chicken Tikka Masala with rice. Just enough to fill you up. Excellent and tasty. Not as good as mine, but it takes about 5 hours to make my version.

More shows, then some Kaggle, without much progress. I returned to Eric Cline’s lecture, a favorite lecture and writer for me on the ancient Middle East, on the Kedem YouTube channel. Mr. Alex Tseitlin hosts the channel; his accent is heavy but understandable, and he is based in Israel, visiting various sites there and interviewing archaeologists at their dig sites. I enjoyed Dr. Cline’s discussion of the Amarna letters, a recorded Zoom meeting with edits. Here is more information if you are interested.  Here is Eric Cline’s new book.

Watching a recent video on Kedem (here), filmed at Tel Hazor in Israel (ancient Hazor from the stories of the Canaanites in the Hebrew Bible — the bad guys in those texts), the hope is that the site may reveal another set of letters, possibly contemporary with the Amarna letters. But one of the Assyriologists working on the site interviewed warned that there are many reasons to believe that the letters are lost. I also learned from the video that the suspected site of the letters, if they exist, is under many excellent Iron Age structures, and that they would be lost if the dig continues. A plan is in place to save as much as possible and limit the size of the destruction. It was an interesting video if you want an up-to-date status of digs and findings.

I checked that the Tel Hazor digs are published, and they are. A complaint from my professors (back in the 1980s) that the digs were for tourists and political purposes. These, at least, were well documented and peer-reviewed.

Aside: I remember my first introduction to these letters and texts in college. There, my professor thought that the chance of finding more lost library of clay tablets was low. In his view, unless the library is burned hot enough to bake the clay, there was little chance of finding a new, partial, or intact ancient library, as the clay would just dissolve in the rains when exposed to the elements or when buried under a new city. Also, the tablets would be junk (later, the text became unreadable when the scribes disappeared from history) to the ancients, and they would not spend any resources keeping them. The Amarna texts were left in the desert and buried when the city was abandoned and overtaken by the desert. Not something that will be repeated anywhere else, my professor pointed out. Now, ancient Hazor was likely burned, and maybe the letters are there. Fingers crossed, but set expectations low (famous sites like Troy and Megiddo have also not yielded libraries, but they are now being sought out).

It was late, and I read for a while in my PJs in bed before taking off my glasses and sleeping. Sleep finally came after a few restarts; best not to describe it here. Thanks for reading!

 

 

 

 

 

 

I woke early to my alarm at 6, threw on some clothes, and headed outside to freeze. It was at least not slick. I walked about 1/2 of my usual. It was too cold for my hands, and I, in light gloves, was cold, and I was concerned it was too dark to be safe, let alone some unexpected ice or frost. It would not do to fall while trying to get some exercise. Morning walks in the winter are out.

(Yes, a slightly grumpy blog. I have a baguette and am not afraid to use it.)

There were police everywhere, and rescue trucks were prominent. Sirens wailed in the predawn. I did not find any news references to the police and rescue worker pile-on (And Grammarly stopped working again). This also had me scamper home: a police car, all lit up and with brights on, stopped by me, then backed up and did a U-turn. Their Nav was off, and they headed to the pile-on. I was concerned there was a call to stop suspects who matched my description amid all the ruckus, but nope. I vowed that my next walk would be in the daytime, after the ice had melted! Yikes!

My new locks worked well and did not take the keys with them. I have not hidden a key yet, in case the lock’s battery fails or otherwise, so that I do not get locked out. I like alternatives.

On silly subjects, LG contacted me about the delivery of my replacement for The Machine! I called the service center, and they are escalating my request to be paid rather than receive a replacement. Yikes! I was clear about my wishes, but I suspect that, when given the choice between replacement and payment, someone overrode my request. I was told it would take up to 5 days to change this, and then there would be more forms. I told them I would NOT take delivery, and that got them moving on this. Not unexpected, as I am cynical about multi-nationals being helpful; I used to work for another customer product multinational. Nothing in my memory is messier than reverse logistics, where every possible mistake in a supply chain exists simultaneously.

Costco has scheduled the new laundry for Wednesday afternoon. No coin laundry this week! Yay!

I figure the coin laundry costs $20 for 90 minutes a week. This means no water or electricity (I use electric dryers at the house). Calculating $1040 a year plus water, which I would guess at no more than $20 a month. Now I travel and miss about 10-25% of weeks, and I can do full loads from travel for that $20 (making it the conservative value and likely high). Thus, I reduce the total cost by 10%, and the same for water and electricity: $936 plus $18*12 = $1252. That means the return on investment is less than 2 years. As long as I don’t buy the new laundry on credit, the investment makes sense, since I plan to live here for 5 years or more (though I sometimes want to sell the house).

Tuesday is a gaming day, and I have a 9:30 game at Richard’s to play with James and Richard. Sadly, my would-be dermatologist office calls, and we cancel the appointment. They don’t actually take Regence’s personally purchased insurance (only corporate versions); f**k! I call Regence, and they explain that my network is smaller on my plan, but yes, my doctors take it (thus why I bought it). The customer service person suggests that in Nov 2026, I check their website and pick a better, larger network. I cannot change until open enrollment.

Maybe insurance is worse than reverse logistics. And yes, for those who wonder, Americans cannot, for example, pay a price to join Medicare (which would be less than any of these corporate offerings) or change their insurance once they are locked in for a year. Americans who have no employer-based insurance (putting aside the reason by law that your employer is your source of insurance — a form of being indentured) have to guess which one they want and then pay 20-30% more than employer based insurance (with the illusion that your employer is actually paying anything for the insurance — they pay you less and then pay for it from those funds).

Aside: I would suggest that if we passed a law in another country requiring them to use the American system, there would be a revolt. Nobody would ever be willing to pay so much for such terrible and expensive services. No person would think, in the other Western democracies, that employers should supply health care.

We play cooperative storyline games and are currently buried in Tainted Grail. Today, after feeling that our last play was just bouncing randomly across the board, we started finding some threads to play and forced a few cases, as we are tired of bouncing around. Some checking on the Internet discovers that we are missing some awards from the previous chapters; oops. We begin our tracing threads, and Richard remembers one; this one was offered at the start, but we did not have a character capable of it back then, and our knowledge of the game was too new to solve it. We manage it now, along with other small items. We play until 2:30 and pack in the game. It has a save process, and we put everything away for next week’s game.

My travel back was non-eventful, but my trip into Portland made me 15 minutes late (James, who came from Washington State, was late too). There were two wrecks on Highway 26, with one causing a slowdown even with the accident in the other direction! The accidents all looked like the usual failure to stop and rear-end collision.

I do not stop in Portland for lunch and a beer (not after gaining 30 pounds) and head back to Beaverton. Instead, I stopped at Paris Baguette and got a sandwich and some baked goods. I am hungry, it is past 3, and I ate my chicken sandwich in Air VW the Gray.  I remember a baguette sandwich in Paris with local cheese and ham, and a wicked mustard, and I also think of New York City back in 2026. I discovered Paris Baguette there in 2021, and it was one outside Mount Sinai West Hospital. I would go there for lunch while wearing my mask.

I sent Cat in NYC a text saying I was thinking of her and NYC. I hope to get back there sometime in 2021.

I returned to writing the blog and texting with Deborah. We are counting down to her visit to Beaverton, starting on February 12 and ending on the 21st (ten days). Deborah was busy.

It is 4ish before I get the blog done. I found the package in the house and other hints that later Corwin confirmed was his checking in. He stops by the house here and there and has my permission to do that and raid the fridge and other sources of food. He has the code for the front door (I love my new locks). Some of his mail appears here.

I lose track of time; it is soon 6:30, and I have a church meeting. That went for an hour and was surprisingly pleasant. With that done, I do some minor stuff on Kaggle. I cannot get my head around my problems and challenges; I instead decide to take a day break from coding AI stuff.

Having seemingly lost control of my day and it disappearing, I discover I did not get out for another walk, and it is dark again (yes, I realize I should not be surprised that it gets dark at night, but I really wanted a walk). I have not had dinner, and it is approaching 8:30.

I arrange the smoked salmon, pickles, left over backed beans, and sliced fresh baguette. Sort of a disassembled sandwich that I eat in pieces. I clean up the kitchen, make coffee for Wednesday morning, and then assemble the bread machine to make French-style bread (but it never comes out crispy enough for me). I added some grain mix from King Arthur Flour and some water, and the sticky mass started the bread machine dancing. I have it on a towel and on the top of the stove, and that will stop it (I have too much experience with this) from jumping off the counter (again).

The Social Security Administration sent me an email that they are working on my application in Carlson City, Missouri (?!). I signed in to SSA, and it showed me the second part of the process, promising a response in 30 days or less. After Elon and Trump messing with all of this, I hope these estimates are correct, but I would not be surprised that, as a person from wartorn and undocumented persons overrun Oregon, I will have to prove my identity and worthiness to be paid the money I already paid in (and receive about a 10% return on my investment). But let us, dear reader, hope for a better outcome.

I did not read in bed; it was nearing midnight when I climbed in. I soon fell asleep after a late call.

Thanks for reading!

With my weight changing from the 240 that I was working on to 270 (F**k!), I woke in the cold morning before 6, dressed (more like threw something on), made coffee, found my hat, coat, sweater, gloves, house keys (just in case), and left the house in the pre-dawn darkness. With the polar vortex slamming south, we have high pressure and clear skies here in the Greater Portland, Oregon Area. I cannot remember a January where the rains halted for more than a week.

(The Reedville Presbyterian Church HOPE is back)

The walk was cold, so I returned to get gloves and a hat and started again. More practice with my new locks. I managed just under a mile without going out of my way too much trouble. Better.

I get more coffee and make some toast. No maramlade. I will make bread again as my bread is almost gone.

I use my cheap Amazon Basics bread machine, follow the French-style bread recipe, slice it with my sharp bread knife without cutting myself, stuff the slices in a ziplock, and freeze. I do not eat it fast enough to beat the mold. If I follow a milk-bread recipe, which I enjoy making and involves cooking flour in milk first, that stuff lasts. Milk powder versions also last. I don’t buy bread because mine is better and cheaper (compared to higher-end breads). I recommend it to you if you just want bread and don’t mind assembling it (Under $70 here).

Aside: I have resisted the more expensive bread makers; my cheap one works. Having had the cutting-edge tech recently (a dead Washer/dryer from LG and two safety recalls on Air VW the Gray), I prefer making no time or financial investment in more complex tech that may produce a perfect loaf (or not). Basics work for me.

I listened to MLK: I’ve Been To The Mountaintop! and I recommend the whole 43 minutes. I think the stronger message is in the middle. He points out that folks must unite and though poor can cause change by boycotts and turning to locally sourced services like Savings and Loans (something we don’t have now after the S&L crisis during the Reagan Administration), insurnance and remove their united spending away from powerful companies that should force change, but enjoy the status quo. He also uses the parable of the Good Samaritan (here, for those who do not know the source and meaning of the story) to remind folks that they must now help their fellows with protests and support. Not later, or join community services that will slowly make improvements. He describes that, like someone bleeding and lying on the ground, action must be taken; it should not be avoided.

Aside: There is a law that makes it a crime for a US person to support a foreign boycott against an allied country (Israel being the usual target). More information here. These laws were enacted during the First Trump administration in 2018 (with later updates). Many consider this law to be in conflict with the First Amendment, but it has not yet been ruled on. So far, local boycotts like those MLK mentions in the speech above are, from what I have read, not enjoined by this law or by other state laws (though I am not a lawyer).

I wrote the blog all morning and spoke to Deborah a few times. I also posted, as it seemed to fit, the Schoolhouse Rock song about the Preamble of the US Constitution (here). MLK saying, “They put them down on paper,” or words to that effect, in the Mountaintop speech (he also refers to the US Constitution as an uncleared check in “I have A Dream”). The song says the US Constitution was created for freedom.

The morning soon disappeared, and I chopped carrots and toasted French-style baguette slices into croutons. I boiled eggs, peeled them, and added one, sliced, to a pile of lettuce. A salad for lunch. I also went for a second walk and reached 5,600+ steps on Monday. Better.

I watched more of The Umbrella Academy; I am not sure I like it. Corwin stopped in, and we put on The Agency, which I did not mind watching again, but did fall asleep in mid-episode. Corwin finished off my baked croutons, which also worked as crackers, for Trader Joe’s Pub Cheese spread with horseradish. He headed out, and Deborah and I then connected and watched two episodes of Elsbeth from season 2.

Deborah finished some laundry between episodes. I cooked and assembled dinner. I had some smoked salmon from Costco, home-made pickles I bought at the UFO festival that I recently opened (buying some green and pickled seemed the right choice), boiled some noodles as a starch, and some canned baked beans from Trader Joe’s.  I buttered the noodles, not too much, and added some salt (I use unsalted butter).

Dinner was consumed while I waited for Deborah, and during the second episode.

Deborah was sleepy after that, and we said good night.

I grabbed my Apple, did some more coding on Kaggle, and tried to work out how to add parser information to my runs. I could not make it work. I am still thinking about it.

I read for a while after heading to bed early. I fell asleep quickly but woke at 3ish to prove hydration, then managed to sleep until early Tuesday.

Thanks for reading!