2026-01-22

Backslide. Into the mode where time becomes sand, fingers spread. Slip slip slip. Work becomes all I do. But I'm catching it this time - we just have a lot going on to start the year and I'm trying to do what I can to pitch in. The problem is I like the technical stuff so much that I become obsessed (maybe addicted, I'm realizing) and I happily work into the wee hours after Meadow is asleep. Then…