Clarity would've helped

Just a short one today, to catch up after yesterday's permissions snafu. I'm not doing very well. Could not concentrate on my work for the life of me. At least I'm not one of the ones thrown to the wolves now. Next month holds many questions, though.

I helped a colleague out today. That's something. Pointed out a great find in the cron.weekly newsletter I just subscribed to: ncdu. A bloody godsend for tracking down disk space hogs. #linux

I hope I can get it together soon. I've booked an exam for Friday, in the hopes that it'll give me some focus. I'm a Hashicorp Vault Associate, going for their Terraform Associate certification now. Enjoying the Pluralsight offerings — well, normally, anyway — more than the material on Hashicorp's Learn pages. I'm signed up with them until the end of the month; hoping I'll get some time to pick up something else — #Python, maybe. We'll see.

Sorry, this wasn't any shorter than yesterday's, in the end. Trying to decide whether I should work tonight. Probably, but I'd already sacked it off before I finished that sentence. I'm reading The Lies We Were Told by Simon Wren-Lewis at the moment; it's based on what I understand was (and continues to be) a very successful blog, mainly macro. I'm not far in, and it's great. But I'm also wondering whether I'm a bit too raw for it right now. Every day brings new ways this government is letting us down; reading about how nothing's new under the sun feels, oh, so heavy.

End of Day 2

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Day 1

I can't think of a title right now. Promising start, eh? I'm not sleeping particularly well. I should be in bed now. I will be soon. [Edit: I offended the robots, it seems; only just received permission to post this.]

I hadn't even heard of Mastodon until this week. I feel like I'm playing catch-up. (Again. Kids will do that.)

I'm lucky: I'm working from home. Three months on the job. Still training. That's what I'm paid to do right now. Incredible. So I'm wired. A lot. I just gush, spurt, erupt, to my long-suffering partner, the only adult I see these days. I'm learning so much, and I don't know how to stop. Weekends mean picking up some of the enormous burden of running our home, but, once the kids are asleep, I'm not shutting off. I just want to keep learning.

I'm in the UK; have been for a while. In all that time, I don't think I've thought of Canada more fondly than I have in 2020. It wouldn't be a good move right now, or anytime soon, but I've thought about it, and, initially at least, that surprised me.

I can't bear to listen to Johnson, but I've read most of the transcript. I got the gist. That there wasn't one. That, while I'm thinking about moving, Scotland might be a better bet right now. I wonder what Alistair Campbell said to his screen, during and afterwards. (He's definitely someone who shouts and gestures at his screen.) “Well, that's that then. He's blown it.” (I know I could check Twitter, but it's more fun to imagine.)

I'm struggling to deal with my anxiety. But I have 99 more days to talk about that. I'll close by saying that learning about Plandemic — I refuse to give them link traffic — has not helped. When did disinformation go pro?

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