An issue I've got with daily blogging is that my best time to write is in the 20 minutes or so between when my bus drops me off and when my shift starts. But at that point, what do I write about? The stuff I did yesterday is, literally, yesterday's news.
Ah well.
Yesterday was heavy rains, flooding and some landslides. The blue line was stopped entirely because a sinkhole opened up. The Columbia River turned to blood. Born-and-raised Oregonians started carrying umbrellas. It's the end times.
I made it to work, stared at a computer for eight hours. Got an unexpected ride home thanks to the end times. Watched TV, ate dinner, helped calm the 5 year old down from the trauma of her toothpaste being too peppermint-y. Went to bed.
Currently reading: The Man Who Tasted Shapes by Richard E Cytowic. A bit dry, but fairly interesting. A precursor to Oliver Sacks.
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