
Dangerous Prototypes
Whilst Dee and Jules play videogames downstairs, I sit in a beanbag in my makerspace and contemplate the various hardware projects that I would like to complete over the next couple of years.
A slight backwards step today when the guy lined up to buy Angelina (the Celica) reneged on the deal — I guess he “didn’t have the minerals”, or something like that. It’s a bit disappointing, because I want all the loose ends tidied up as soon as possible. Of course, it’s more important that Danielle be happy, and she seems okay — “These things happen for a reason.”
Very mellow indeed!
I still haven’t found my passport application form, so tomorrow I might try to pick up a new one, then get the photos done. (I just asked Dee, and she can’t find her passport, so neither of us are going anywhere in a hurry!) I’ve started my resumé, which is good, but it’s not ready for sending yet. Perhaps this weekend!
Oh I can’t wait for the weekend.
Whilst Dee and Jules play videogames downstairs, I sit in a beanbag in my makerspace and contemplate the various hardware projects that I would like to complete over the next couple of years.
I guess I should update the ‘blog?1 Not an easy thing to do these days, since even finding the time to do something as self-indulgent as public journaling probably just means there’s something else I could be doing instead, but maybe it’s an experiment I would like to continue?
It’s 8am on the first day of the month, and despite the usual late night, I’ve been up for hours. Jules has been an early riser for years now, and it has had the effect of training me to wake up at 6am each morning — for no good reason, since he’s pretty independent in the morning these days — and so here I am.