So I have this assorted bag of “kind of” skills. Like I can kind of juggle. I can kind of play guitar. I can kind of speak Hebrew. I can kind of paint and draw. I can kind of fly an airplane. Now, while none of those skills are at the point where I could use them professionally, they are at a point where they're definitely good enough to amuse and/or impress a three year old.
I'm picking Rachel up at the airport shortly. She's coming to grab Nefarious so they can spend a month or so doing girl stuff and going to Mexico and so on… So yeah, Wednesday or Thursday I crawl down into a dark hole with a computer and start programming more seriously, and with less schedule limitations (like guaranteed early AM wakeups), which is both sad and really nice at the same time.
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