Asymptomatic

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Weekend Planning
October 06, 2006

I have a couple of development projects on the burners. I’ve resurrected BAStats for my coding play time, and there’s another project that I’m not talking about yet, but it’s going to be huge!

BAStats is running pretty well. The tracker has been running here for the past week or so, and the stats are pouring in. I will soon need testers for the plugin, at the very least to start gathering a dataset to play with before everything is complete. I’m going to have data folding done today. Or that’s the plan, anyway. If I do finish that, then I’ll build an installer (it needs two new tables), and the tracker component will be ready to deploy.

Sick From School
October 04, 2006

Yesterday when I got home from work, Abby was asleep on the couch. This is pretty abnormal for her, since she’s usually “on” from 8am until 10pm, non-stop. She woke up groggy around 7pm, complaining of a headache. We gave her a bit of kid’s Motrin, and she seemed to improve.

Abby had a high fever this morning when she woke up. She was bit bit more sluggish than usual, dragging herself out of bed to the living room where she crashed on a couch in front of the TV. She didn’t seem enthusiastic about breakfast, but that’s pretty normal. I gave her another spoonful of Motrin (she really doesn’t like that stuff), and it took the edge off of her fever.

Candid
October 03, 2006

One thing I always liked about Bob’s house is that they have family photos everywhere. Pictures of the kids, pictures of Bob and his wife, and pictures of people I don’t recognize all adorn the walls in his home.

Solid artwork made by the kids is here and there on shelves and hanging on walls. It’s mostly not the paper kind, but physical things, decorations made by the kids and put in places of prominence to decorate the rooms.

What I Wear
October 02, 2006

I made a note a few weeks ago to write about this topic, and was reminded of it today when I was making my way out of Wawa with my lunch. There were two guys, an older guy in a sport jacket, and a younger, say 25, one in t-shirt and jeans. They both struggled to keep open the door for me.

I was just thinking it was one of those crazy things that happens when several people get clogged up in an entryway, but then the guy in the t-shirt called me “sir”, and I was reminded of this clothing issue that I mentioned.