The good news is we get a reprieve for today from bathroom renovation. Our construction firm doesn’t observe Memorial Day, and were supposed to be here working, but they are not

The bad news is the reason: Julie has contracted my cold, and it’s hitting her much harder than it hit me. And the cold did not hit me lightly; I was down for about three days. A week later I’m still only back to about 98%, not 100%. I still have a bit of a cough, and I need a little more sleep than usual.

The lesser bad news is that a day off work is a day’s delay of getting this rotten process finished, and a day longer without having a shower in the house. Possibly longer than a day — one of the key guys leaves tomorrow for 10 days(?) in Texas. There’s some work that possibly only he could do and that he was scheduled to do today.

Trump’s foreign policy doctrine: America stands shoulder to shoulder with dictatorships in Russia, Turkey, and Saudi Arabia, and turns its back on the free peoples of Europe.

This alone makes Trump despicable.

About Seth Rich

Which is harder to believe?

  • Seth Rich was killed in a street crime. Maybe it was a robbery gone bad, maybe he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. If it was an attempted robbery, maybe the thieves left his wallet and other valuables because they got spooked and ran. Or maybe they left the stuff because they were morons.

  • Seth Rich was killed in a political assassination performed by masterminds who made it look like a street crime, and did it so brilliantly that it was only discovered now. And yet these same ninja assassins forgot to take his wallet — a mistake that nobody who’d ever watched more than one episode of “Law & Order” would make.

(I mean, this is a cliche on every cop show: Cops are looking over a body at a crime scene. “Maybe it was a robbery?” “Nope, he’s still got his wallet and watch on him.”)

I learn my Mom was OG. And I learn what OG is

CO-WORKER: “I need more coffee.”
ME: “It’s too late in the day for me.”
ME: “Though my Mom used to drink coffee all day and into the night. She had a nice cup of coffee just before turning in to go to bed.”
CO-WORKER: “You’re Mom was OG.”
ME: “OG? What’s that?”
CO-WORKER: “Original Gangsta.”

Now I’m boggling at the thought of Ethel Wagner, nee Ethel Markowitz, a nice Jewish lady born 1928 in Brooklyn, as a gangsta.

I’m feeling much better now, though not well. I slept 10 hours yesterday and about 13 hours today. Minnie woke me up mid-nap to drop a dog toy next to my head and make mouth sounds next to my ear.

I don’t know about this Nyquil. The sleep is delicious, black, and dreamless, but I suspect much of my dullness and lethargy today may have been the Nyquil rather than actual illness. But will I be able to sleep tonight without it? Julie suggests taking one instead of two.

Returning to Things

Just for the heck of it, in anticipation of Cultured Code launching a new version of the Things app – finally! – this coming Thursday – I fired up Things for the first time in a while. I imported my OmniFocus tasks using Cultured Code’s auto-importer script.

And I like it.

I like being able to use tags to quickly set aside a couple of tasks to do right away. Particularly useful in the late afternoon, when I say to myself, ok, I know I had these 8 items starred for today but what am I really going to get done?

I like the way items with a start date automatically show up in the Today view on that date – but they’re in a separate place, so I can decide whether I really want to start them that day, or kick them down the street a bit.

I like the way Things, unlike OmniFocus, doesn’t care whether I use Projects and Areas of Focus.

Hot beverages I drink

Tea: Lately I’m favoring PG Tips. I never drink tea out, always at home.

I use the bags twice. Second brewing has nearly no caffeine, suitable for drinking anytime day or night.

Coffee: But never when I’m home, always out. Starbucks and Peets are preferred. Conference coffee is dreadful, and requires white stuff (soy milk if I can get it, nonfat, whole, or half-and-half if not) and Splenda.

Rooibos herb tea: Not often, but I drink it when I’m out of second-brewing teabags but still want something hot and decaf. Ditto decaf coffee when I’m on the road.

When I drink hot beverages: Year round, until the temperature hits the high 90s, when I switch to iced tea for caffeine, and water at other times.

I need my caffeine dose to get going in the morning, and to get it I’ll drink a Diet Coke or Diet Dr Pepper if necessary, if I need to be on the move as soon as I get out of bed and don’t see a time in the early morning when I’ll be able to sit with a hot beverage. I know this is barbaric of me and yet I do it without shame or remorse.

The coffee at San Diego Airport is surprisingly good, and significantly mitigates the annoyance of travel.

That moment when you change “unpack” on your todo list to “pack,” because you missed your opportunity to unpack.

In the years leading up to the Civil War, the southerners who supported slavery were convinced they were morally right. They sincerely believed that slavery was a positive institution, good for whites and the enslaved blacks, and that people who opposed slavery were morally depraved fools and villains.

Overhearing conversations in the 20th Century vs. 21st Century

20th Century: You walk in on a conversation between two people, not realizing they’re talking about a soap opera. “She was pregnant and in a coma. And then her husband started cheating on her. With her sister. And then she woke up from the coma. And she had amnesia. And her husband fell in love with her again and she fell in love with him but she thought he was her sister’s boyfriend, and…. ”

21st Century: You walk in on a conversation between two people, not realizing they’re talking about a video game: “They dropped me off on a battlefield without any training and said they didn’t expect me to live…. ”

I figured it out around when they started talking about alien zombie artificial intelligences.

‪Woman on line ahead of me at the boarding gate was bound for Baltimore. Problem for her: This plane is going to Las Vegas. ‬

‪I’m pretty sure. ‬

I want old-style blogging to come back

David Winer wants his old blog back. So do I.

Or, rather, I want the style of blogging Dave describes to come back. Posts can have titles or not. They can just be links and nothing else. They can be as long and short as you want.

But that’s not the thing I really miss. The thing I really miss is having just one place where everyone who wants to find my stuff can find my stuff. I don’t want to have to choose between, on the one hand, spreading my stuff on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr and Google+, and on the other hand, missing out on connecting with people. And I want to  have that one place be a place that’s owned by me.

A friend urges me to just post here, to my WordPress blog, and use automated tools to publicize to other platforms. But that seems inconvenient to my friends on those other platforms. Like a bit of a jerk move. Also, for professional reasons, it helps me to have a presence on multiple platforms. And there are other problems with the just-post-to-Wordpress-and-syndicate-everywhere method.

On the other hand, posting to multiple places can be a pain in the ass.

Because there is no good solution to this problem, I’m just sticking with the least-bad option, which is continuing to post to four places. Eventually, a solution will present itself.

Minnie’s gastronomic adventure

For breakfast this morning, I microwaved myself a Weight Watchers Smart Ones Chicken Margherita. I brought it to my desk to eat at the computer. And I knocked the food off the desk before I’d had a single bite. It hit the floor squarely face down on the carpet next to my desk.

The entire serving of chicken, pasta, and red sauce was now in a pile on my carpet.

No five second rule here.

Well, crap.I was really hungry too.

I picked up what I could pick up with paper towels, leaving about 7% of the meal still on the floor. The residue was a few stray chunks of pasta and about two teaspoons of red sauce soaking into the carpet. 93% of it went into the garbage in my office. It’s a little trash bin, about two feet high. This detail is important. Remember it.

I looked at the remaining chunks of pasta and the red sauce soaking into the carpet and thought how that would be a pain to clean up. And I went into the kitchen and looked at the ingredients listed on the Weight Watchers meal. Yes, it did have onions and garlic, but those were the eighth and ninth ingredient or so. A very small amount.

So I brought Minnie into my office and let her go to it on the rug. And that spot of the rug is now nice and clean. Well, it’s no nastier than the rest of the carpet in the vicinity of my desk.

A few minutes later, I looked in the backyard and Minnie was contentedly lying on the grass with paper towels strewn around her. These were the paper towels I’d used to clean up 93% of the Weight Watchers chicken and pasta.

So now she’d eaten all of that. I didn’t mean to let her have THAT much of it.

She showed no ill effects, and she was due to go to the vet anyway today, for a checkup and routine shots. I brought her in as planned, and discussed Minnie’s breakfast with the vet. The vet said if Minnie had no ill effects by then, she would likely show none at all. Which is what I figured.

The vet said Minnie might have diarrhea. Which is not my problem, because after the vet I dropped Minnie off at Camp Bow Wow for a few days. I’m going out of town; we’re still having bathroom work done, and it’s too much for Julie alone to juggle Minnie, three cats, and the contractors without me around. So Minnie goes into boarding when I’m out of town during renovations.

And that’s been our day so far. How is yours?

Poor Minnie. No matter what position she twists herself into, she’s still in the vet’s waiting room. No amount of sitting, standing, lying down, and curling up will transport her home.

You eventually reach a stage in life when you decide you own enough t-shirts.

The other night as I was walking Minnie just before bedtime, a helicopter shone a spotlight on us.

At least I’m pretty sure it was a helicopter. For a minute I thought we were about to be Raptured.