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At my most extreme, I drank a full pot of coffee at 8am and a full pot of coffee at 8pm. Back then I was sleeping about 3 hours a night. In recent years I slowed down to about 2-3 cups a day. A couple of months ago I ran out of coffee grounds. So I switched to hot tea. I’ll be honest. I felt like a junkie going through withdrawal. I didn’t have headaches. Maybe had some lethargic days. The number of times I had inner monologue debates over “just have one coffee” “go buy some grounds and just have the occasional drink” was ridiculous. I couldn’t tell if I was in control. If I had one more coffee could I really say I’d given it up? And what about the health benefits? Or maybe that’s Big Bean marketing. I held fast. Then the tea bags ran out. I did relent on the herbal tea and allowed myself to buy more. Most of them are caffeine free. I’m back down to just a couple of tea bags. Maybe I won’t buy more.

This week I’m going to see if I can apply the same discipline to social media and give myself a one or two week break like I would if I were still camping. I doubt I’ll make it without looking in on TikTok or facebook. I’m going to try by redirecting myself to an audiobook every time I think I want to check social media.

I took two weeks off from work. It was so necessary. I’d been burning the candle from both ends and had begun melting wax in the middle. I feel like a new man!

I tried my best and it wasn’t good enough

Happy Anniversary Cathy! A quarter century of adventure! And so much more to come. I love you!

I want bacon
Or maybe it’s just procrastination
Hard to think
While I salivate
I salivate
Because I procrastinate
Now I procrastieat
Bacon is what I need

I love sharing stories and information. I love blogging. This theme is dated. The site is infected with malware that is showing ads unrealdet to me. Tiem to clearn things up. I cannot even see what I am typing so please pardon the typos.

My life is broken. I have done terrible things. Time to return to reality! si

Software development is a lot like completing the Boston Marathon only to be yanked over to the train tracks and asked to fix the rail and getting it fixed just in time for the train to run you over then it jumps the tracks anyway and you have to get it back on the tracks before the next train to run you over hits the first train.

I bought the ticket

I am taking the ride.

Hope I’m on the correct train.

Anyone else enjoy converting Celsius to Fahrenheit in your head or is that just me?

This week, when I have the urge to social media, I’m instead forcing myself to open Seterra and quiz myself on world geography, practice a language, or practice Morse code. So far I’ve learned that if I ever leave the United States I’ll be pretty lost and I’m more likely to succeed ordering a taco in cw than Spanish.

I’m studying world geography. Let’s just say there is no doubt I’m an American.

I’d like to think I wasn’t always a dumbass but there isn’t a lot of evidence to support that assertion

At some point you just have to come to grips with the fact that you will never matter to others as much as they matter to you