The days are long but the years are short, or something like that. The weeks are certainly flying by. I’ve been keeping a schedule in a new notebook that I bought, filling it out every morning with what I want my day to look like. I do this on the left side of the page, and on the right side I fill in notes about what I really did. It’s an interesting exercise I’ve been doing for the last couple weeks. I picked it up from Deep Work.
Today was leg day, I listened to a podcast that detailed some interesting links between sunlight and circadian rhythms; the gist was that one should expose yourself to two or more minutes of sunlight within thirty minutes of waking. I do this meditating outside, but I made the girls step outside after they woke up or a few minutes. The other part about winding down properly was to do the same during sunset, to get that wonderful orange light in your eyes to signal the body that it’s time to wind down. So instead of watching TV with the girls like we usually do, after dinner we packed up our bags and headed out to the beach and stayed out there while the sun set. It was wonderful.
At least until it was time to go.
Younger has been a beast all day. We were trying to incentivize the girls with some single-serve boxes of cereals, Frosted Flakes, Fruit Loops and so forth. Elder just needed to wear panties and not pee the bed — I’m tired of buying diapers — and Younger just needed to go to sleep and stay in her bed throughout the night. She didn’t do either of those things last night and woke me up around five this morning, and she woke up expecting one of these cereals because I moved her to her bed last night. That started a tantrum.
I did a pretty good job handling myself and keeping cool while remaining firm. She was good for most of the day. She tested me a lot, but when we got home from the beach earlier I’d had enough. She didn’t want to listen or do anything I asked her, and I was ready to go to war. Thankfully Missus stepped in and is putting her down right now. That’s teamwork.
Overall though it was a pretty good day. I got some Rust work done; I managed to get one Exercism done relatively quickly, and started a sorting algo implementation that drove me a bit mad. More on that tomorrow I suppose. I feel like most of my day was spent cooking though.
I make it a point to put special time on the calendar every day, a time when the girls are in charge and get to tell me what to do, about fifteen minutes for each of them. Of course all they want to do is wrestle me or roughhouse. Elder was doing her Galileo check in while Younger and I were having a tickle fight. It gave Missus a bit of FOMO, she told me later this afternoon that she’s a bit jealous that I get to have all this fun with the kids and don’t have to work, and she’s frustrated that she feels like management at her job is more concerned with making her life hell via micromanagement. She wonders what it’s all for.
She’s also been asking me about Bitcoin lately. She’s got cash — quite a bit, sitting in her checking account and she knows it’s not doing her any good there. (She also finished reading Daniel Price’s Choose Life, about geoarbitrage and digital nomadism and the like, but more on that later.) So I’m putting together a plan to start deploying some cash to BlockFi and setting up a DCA purchase strategy. It’s actually quite refreshing. I’m not quite self-sufficient with my Perp.Fi funding yet, but it’s good to know that she’s going to make it.