Ate a full Cornetto ice-cream yesterday + froze all night with R hogging the throw and Chewie taking the blanket = a day wasted to tinnitus.
Spent most of the day blankly staring at the screen, not knowing what to do. Took me ages to update and merge PRs that I’d probably made in less time last week. Bailed out of the only meeting I had. Took a long walk and a short nap in the lunch break. Head’s still ringing.
Met a friend on the afternoon walk who pointed out that the crickets were chirping all around. Told him they chirp all the time in my head. And like for him, they were really loud for me too today.
I’ve spent most recent weekends working on a big, breaking change to some of my Chrome extensions. I even took today off from work so I could drive the work through to conclusion.
Finally at 23.00, everything was ready, tested, retested, ready to be deployed. I deployed the server side components and tested them again. Then, I packaged the extension, uploaded to the Chrome webstore developer dashboard, and submitted for review.
It usually takes about a day for the review, though sometimes it can even take up to a few weeks. So, I’m expecting the change to go live sometime late tomorrow, or maybe Monday (it’s already weekend almost everywhere). Time to sleep 😴
Instead, here I am, 45 mins later, writing to tell you that the update has been reviewed, approved, and published. Already.
An 11K run with the boy, and some gardening in the evening is all it took to get the step and the floors targets.
A long sleep helped. The cool, if humid, weather helped. A happy boy helped. A first week, in a month, of running all four runs helped. Spending all of Friday in bed reading while hugging the boy also helped.
Second night of insomnia and anxiety. Too much change. Missing Maisie. Missing Bruno. Missing my daffodils at bottom of the drive flower bed. Missing my chocolate and chili begonias. Missing my house number sign. Missing my rustic, old but trusty, clay brick driveway. Missing the beloved, if aged, civic. Missing parents. Missing an India I wanted to go back to. Missing the old house. Missing dad’s shop. Missing Bombay. Missing Goa.
Not liking the new India. Not liking parents’ new neighbourhood. Not liking the new car’s blazing red colour. Not liking the scope creeping driveway contractor. Not liking suppressing suggestions and feedback at work to keep the peace.
Not happy that it’s too hot for a duvet and too cold for no duvet. Not happy about my weight. Not happy about the lack of running. Not happy about all the chocolate. Not happy that I haven’t worked on my apps in months. Not happy that I’ve been watching too much TV, and reading too little.
It was a better week on the personal front. Ran twice, first runs in 2021. Mediated once, first in 2021. Cajoled R into making a decision on the car, one way or the other. Rested and read. Slipped a bit on the sleep front, made up a bit today.
The black spot was the weight. Recorded a high weight of 91.3kg, and a high weekly average of 90.8kg.