I ran out of oomph entirely yesterday evening, and once I'd eaten dinner retreated to bed to do SFA. Which included skipping the first rehearsal of term. Still a bit flagged today. Worked from home, because I had a skin check appointment (rescheduled from last Friday; good that I could get a new appointment so fast, given it was about three months wait for this one) at 8:30am. Nothing anomolous or concerning detected, which is a win.
Came home, walked to the shops for coffee (given I'd already notified my line manager that I was going to be late in), and made it to my desk just in time for the weekly team meeting. I was the only one online, which is unusual. And we managed to get through everyone in 15 minutes, which is unheard of. Mind you, there were at least three people missing, and many of us didn't have a lot of variety in our reports (three of us were approximately 'more code for [project]; three projects, or possibly four).
And then coded for the rest of the day. I now have half a function where I had zero function and ideas yesterday afternoon. But by 3:45pm I was so vague that I couldn't work out whether my tests weren't failing because there was an error in them, or because my code wasn't working (they should have been failing. I had captured a snapshot, then updated the code. The snapshot should be changing because I added a thing). The joy of unit tests. But without them I would be guessing and writing half arsed tests, which is the way I used to do it.
Craft: The next step on the quilt is trimming the edges. This requires not being too tired to safely hold a rotary cutter. That was not me yesterday, and may not be me today. In which case, I'm going to pick the 'next' project, which is to finish up the yarn I've been using to make 15cm squares for
purrdence's knitting for kitties project. Miniumum task is thus one row, which is 30 stitches, which I should be able to do no matter how shit I feel. And because it is in a nice self-contained pouch, I can keep it next to the bed.
Books: I have no idea why past me put Jane in Love on my library holds list. I stalled out at about 30% for failing me on plot, writing, and characterisation. It only needs one of those to hold me! The world building was good, and I love bits of the way Jane (Austen) interacted with the modern day. But I loathed one of the other viewpoint characters, for being written as completely vapid and off putting. Like they were written for a farce, in what was otherwise shaping up to be a somewhat bland rom-com. And even the time travel bits didn't keep my attention. (also, it was published in 2020; set in 2020. Which means it completely missed the experience of living through 2020)
Instead, I have grabbed the next ebook on the library shelf. This is Old Boy by Georgia Tree, which is a biography of their father. It is written in first person, which is occassionally off putting -- somehow it manages to break the fourth wall at times. Which, given it was assembled partly from transcripts of conversations, makes sense. The father, whose name I haven't worked out, is a decade and change older than I, and grew up in suburbs around where I lived while I was at uni. There are so many fascinating historical details -- like the kids playing in the builder's sand of the nearly hospital (presumably Charlie's, but could the Hollywood Private) building site; and similarly around the train stations being built on the Fremantle line. And a reference to throwing boondies, which is one of those words I've never really encountered outside WA. As a kid I was told it was an Aboriginal word, which presumably meant Noongar word. But I've also heard a similar word for besan ladoo at some point, and given that a boondie is a handful sized lump of yellow sand that holds together, that would be plausible.
and that is enough waffling from me. Off to look at my craft options :)