Category: General

I am very tired today. I stayed up last night playing Tarkov with a bunch of kids and had to head out early this morning to meet at CryptoChris’s office. I grabbed some Caribbean food and we ate during a SAIAdao meeting. Then we talked about building a fleet supply dapp for Star Atlas, and met with another group of possible contributors. It was interesting. Chris and I were doing a lot of debating and discussing and explaining, trying to figure out what direction to take with everything. It was a fantastic mental exercise.

I got back and was still so wired I made another call to someone in the community to discuss it as well. But by that time the tiredness had caught up with me and I tried to lay down for a nap, but I was too wired so I did a meditation as well. It was very productive.

I should make more of a note of that. I tried a new technique, saying body is still, mind is still as a mantra over and over. I seemed to go very deep into myself, losing the sense of where my body was, only seeing the images behind my closed eyes, feeling my diaphragm move, and at one point even my heartbeat. I was very still. I still had a few moments of mind wandering, and I did seem to lose focus near the end, but it was a very good session.

I have to say what a fantastic partner Missus has been this past week. She’s been on vacation and has cooked almost every night. I mean today I went out from ten AM till three PM and came home, she was cooking ribs. I am going to miss these days next week, that is for sure. Hopefully this can serve as a little test run for her possible retirement in August, when she hits fifteen year at her job.

We had the Andros over for movie night. All five of them came over with popcorn and we watched Sing 2. D. left to go watch the Dallas game, but I watched with the moms and the kids. It was pretty good. It made me cry at one point, a plot point regarding an old rock star whose wife passed away. I’m a softie.

I put Younger to bed, tried to anyways, and sat down to go over some Anchor programming. I managed to get my environment squared away and initialized a new project, but at this point I have no idea how to proceed.

So I’m going to bed. I’ll have my regular Sunday routine to go through, and hopefully will develop some more in the morning, after my head has had time to process today’s events.

I am dog tired.

After hitting publish on last night’s post, as I lay in bed reading, I realized I forgot to mention the fact that I got a haircut yesterday. Now this might normally be a big deal, except for the fact that I have not been to a barber since the first COVID lockdowns almost two years ago. I’m not quite sure how I managed that. Missus cut my hair one time, but the last time I cut my hair I had done it myself, using the trimmers and a handheld mirror to see the back of my head in the bathroom mirror.

I finally got fed up with waking up with unkempt bed-head, and finally broke down and texted my barber yesterday morning for an appointment. My guy, a Vietnamese immigrant, told me that he thought I had moved, so I apologized as he set to work. The shop had been decorated since I was last there, with a number of exotic plants by the front window, and the singular grandfather clock that had been there when I last visited had been joined by another, as well as at least three smaller mechanical, pendulum clocks on the wall. One of them was broken.

I had forgotten how relaxing getting a haircut is. The vibration of the trimmer motors running over my scalp is so soothing, and puts me into an ASMR-like trance. I swear I could fall asleep to it.

So last night I did turn out the lights at eleven, but I must have had some trouble falling asleep, coupled with the fact that Younger came into the bed at some point during the night, running Missus off at some point. I woke with the alarm, or some time after, actually, at seven, when I should have been dropping Younger off at school. We got dressed and out of the house without any fussing or arguing.

Trash pickup, or rather, the recyclable pickup, had been delayed, probably due to our snow day earlier this week, and at some point our cans had been knocked over. Trash was scattered over the yard and street. I noticed that none of the trash appeared to be ours, empty bottles of juice that we don’t drink and tubs of coffee that we don’t drink. I’m not sure if it’s the wind that did it or some hooligans.

It’s cold out, the temperature a few degrees above freezing. Missus had turned the heat down yesterday, so it’s a bit chilly in here.

My meditation was distracted. It was a pleasant sit but my mind kept getting drawn to work and things other than my breath.

I want to workout, but I’m not quite motivated. I have some catch up to do with work that I need to get to. It’s going to be a busy day. This evening there’s a parent meeting for Girl Scout cookie sales, and then a regular troop meeting. Tomorrow I’m going out to ChrisCrypto’s house for a SAIAdao meeting and to work on the design for our Star Atlas fleet refueling project.

Another rough day. I swear, one day I’ll look back at these memoirs and fret over the fact that I spent so many days hungover. I felt like I deserved a drink after pulling that six mile run, but we only had three beers at the house. I split one with Missus, then we finished off a few fingers of scotch after we put the kids to bed and watched Witcher. That wasn’t enough for me so I started drinking Kraken. I stayed up after Missus went to bed, dicking off or whatever I was doing and woke up late.

Younger gave me some lip while we were getting ready. I got her to school a bit late but I didn’t even bother to sign her in at school, she pouted out of the car and wound up walking in the building with another parent. I’m so horrible.

Missus and I had a decent day, joking around while we were getting things done around the house. She made a nice dinner. I told her I was really enjoying the Suzie Homemaker stuff she had been doing lately — tomorrow’s her last day of vacation. She told me she took a look at her work email briefly and it was as if things were falling apart without her. COVID is running rampant at the medical center, so she’s probably going to be on work from home instead of going back into the office as was planned.

Work was good. Made some progress on a few things and will schedule a meeting regarding POLIS dao. We’ll see if we can pull this off on schedule.

Going to bed right after this, will read and hopefully turn in at a decent hour.

I’m trying to do good today. I got up at seven, got Younger to school on time, and did my morning meditation.

I’ve been planning on going for a six-mile run today. Took me ten minutes to map out the route properly. It’s going to be an ambitious goal, if I can remember the route properly.

Later, same day…

I did the six miles. One hour, five minutes, almost exactly ten minutes longer than my five mile run. Will be interesting to figure out where I’m gaining and losing time against my average. It’s still difficult to plan the proper route. It must have taken me ten minutes this morning to figure out a route that came out to around six miles. I actually went out further than I ever have, circled out along a local park and grocery store before coming back to my neighborhood. I still had to cut back all the way back to Younger’s school, and then take an extra block for good measure, just to get the distance that I wanted. I guess it beats running laps or a treadmill.

I’m listening to podcasts for these last two runs, instead of meditating like I have been doing. Pounding feet on the pavement is very meditative, and carrying my phone with me now is a PITA. Skipping podcast commercials, futzing with my headphones, it’s all a pain.

I wanted to turn back almost immediately after setting out. It was colder than I expected, and it started to drizzle a minute or two out. My hands were very cold and I wanted to turn back for gloves, but I was already around my first corner and knew that I would warm up after the first mile or two. I was right.

Still, it was wet and cold. The last time I ran with wet shoes I think I injured myself, so I was very wary about hurting myself. Even more so because I am pushing myself so hard. I just tried to conserve energy and maintain a low-impact form. I think I did a good job. At one point, probably after the five-mile mark, I was so tired that I was basically doing speed walking. Still, I picked it up at my usual spot and finished the last turn onto my street at full speed, although full speed at the end of this run was probably not as hard as usual.

I still feel like I had plenty of gas left in the tank at the end, but my legs were tired. This was the first run in a while that I can remember being sore before. Certainly not when I ran five miles this weekend.

So if my route distance is accurate, I may have actually run a faster time today than I did on my five mile run. That’s interesting. I need to try some shorter runs and figure out how hard I can push myself. I think it’s all about the breath work.

Just time for a quick update tonight as it is already past my bedtime and I need to get in bed.

Had a pretty good day today, despite the kids being home for a snow day. I got the first SAIAdao update out of the new year, NAV is up 50% and we’re earning $900/day in ATLAS tokens. So that’s good, but we’ve got a lot of planning to do to move us in the right direction.

Chris is doing great. We just had a call to catch up and he is completely absorbed with Star Atlas. It’s awesome. He just gave me an idea that might help to simplify the design for a potential SCORE resupply service that we can run. Basically, people deposit their Atlas with us and we turn a crank and keep the fleets running. I’ve got more brainstorming to do on that.

Kids are back to school tomorrow, and our neighbors should be done with their quarantine, so double win. Missus did a lot of work today, we took down our Christmas tree and she really straightened up the house, bought groceries, that sort of thing. Kids were mostly good, I managed to get some work done, although they did interrupt me during my two hour meeting with the core SA team today. There’s a lot going on with that, but nothing I can write about.

I’m going to head to bed and read Iron Council. Tomorrow should be another run day. I’m going for six miles.

I have been dragging ass all day. My fault for staying up a bit too late playing Tarkov last night. I got Younger to school about 45 minutes late. Then the city decided to close the schools early because of an inch of snowfall.

I didn’t get much done at work today, we had a couple of planning meetings about the current quarter. I don’t think my brain is in work mode right now. I need to get some rest tonight and get to it tomorrow.

The kids will be out of school though, so I don’t know how much I’ll actually get done. Thankfully Missus is still on her second week of vacation. The kids will probably just want to watch TV, but our neighbors should be out of quarantine, so maybe they can play outside.

So basically, today I didn’t do much to continue my goals. I need to do some programming tomorrow, but my old laptop is still acting up and I haven’t taken any steps to upgrade any of my equipment. I’ve been looking at office chairs, gaming headsets, new GPUs, but nothing that is actually going to help my current issue with a crappy development environment. I really need to get to it though so I can automate some of these repetitive task related to my DCA schedule and the Star Atlas ship staking.

And SAIAdao… I have been maintaining the fleet, but I haven’t taken any steps to get things done. I’ll need to put a twelve week plan in place to get the governance realm deployed and liquidity available for stakeholders. I procrastinated and missed what should have been another weekly update. Basically, we’re making a bunch of ATLAS and I don’t even know what to do with it anymore.

Sleep tonight, and hopefully I can focus better tomorrrow.

Well, it’s been a pretty good day, but I’m not sure it’s the sustainable type of day.

I ran five miles today. Five point one, actually, in fifty-five minutes. It’s a pretty decent time, I suppose. I found a ten-miler going on a month from now, but I’m not sure how far I can push myself that quickly. We’ll see.

I ordered a WHOOP today. It’s going to take six weeks to deliver.

Took the girls to Target and let them spend some of their Christmas money. Elder bought a Nerf gun and some kinetic sand, Younger a Ladybug costume set and some markers.

Tomorrow we go back to normal. Whatever that is anymore.

Well it’s 2022 so I feel like I should review last year and come up with some goals for next year. Obviously 2021 went out with a bang, as I started working for Star Atlas. I’ve got a lot of work to do on Monday, that’s for sure, but for right now I want to enjoy the weekend and not worry about anything.

I’m reading the Twelve Week Year, it was a recommendation from a Business of Family podcast, I believe, and Missus got it for me for Christmas. I don’t know what our goals for the next quarter is going to be, I suppose getting some home repair projects done. I also plan on saving up a lot of money. Getting taxes done properly will be important as well, but I think that’s probably going to be a 22Q2 goal. I think with our current situation we should be able to have the crawlspace fixed up, as well as the garage door and front porch.

I need to take it easy today. I was up till three or four this morning playing Tarkov, and didn’t get up until after eleven. It’s been a chill day. I was going to play Tarkov with my brother, but apparently they implemented some sort of two-hour queue because people are home for the holiday. Eh, I’ll try again tomorrow.

I need to set some fitness goals. Distance running is easy enough. They’re doing a ten-miler nearby in a month. I may be able to handle that. I did four the other day, I can start working up to it. It might be too much to do in four weeks though. I need a workout regimen also, something I can do to keep my core and upper body strength up.

Oh my god what a difference a good night’s sleep in my own bed makes. I woke up around nine after the cat came to nudge me awake, and got my first meditation session since before the trip. It was a decent one, I wasn’t too distracted, but I need to figure out a way to make sure I keep my practice up on these road trips. I know I could have made time if I really wanted, but travelling throws off diet and other good habits.

We found out yesterday that Mrs. S, our neighbor, tested positive for COVID. She’s the mom in our quaranteam family. The girls, and I, have been over there extensively during the Christmas break. The news set off an anxiety storm in Missus, who seems certain that we brought COVID to my family and infected everyone back home.

The girls woke up feeling better — it seems sleeping in their own beds helped them out as well. We brought them to a local COVID testing and vax event this morning, but they were all out of rapid tests. We got them their second dose anyways.

I’ve got to go talk to Mrs. S’s husband about what they’re doing. Their conservatives and vaccine hesitant, so I don’t think they’ll do anything other than isolate themselves. I’m not sure how that’s going to work though with everything that usually goes on around their house. Ugh.

I got my second paycheck today and seem to have the FTX situation resolved, so I need to do my budget and figure out where everything needs to go.

Just a bit of time for a quick update tonight. We just got back from our trip. The girls woke us up before dawn. Elder was sniffling and sneezing, generally miserable, and Younger was crying because of her ear. I think she may have caught swimmer’s ear in the pool yesterday. So we decided to go ahead and hit the road, skipping the FIL’s house on the way back. We drove straight through.

I must have put 10 straight hours in the driver’s seat. We stopped a couple of times for bathroom breaks, gas, and food, but I don’t think I actually rested until we were about an hour from the house. I took a look at myself in the rest stop bathroom and I looked like death, heavy bags under my eyes. I swear I had sea legs.