Weeknotes 345

I realise you’re sick of hearing about this, but I’m sick of experiencing it, so take it: I hate the heat. I can’t sleep, I can’t think straight, my brain doesn’t work properly in general. I’m flustered and irritable and short-tempered.

At least I have an office to go to, which I did every day this week. It’s slightly too cold in there but that’s a treat considering the alternative.

It’s cooler today. Please let it be over now, at least until next summer, which will be worse, and the one after that, which will be worse still, and so on.

Three gyms. Not a good weight week. I can only exert control over one stupid parameter at a time.

Super busy this week. Basically just working. The end.

Although it’s exhausting, being busy is actually less stressful than usual because at least I feel like I’m actually helping people and getting things done. What really kills me is the weeks when I feel like all my energy goes into pointless arguments, and this wasn’t one of those.

I was cycling over London Bridge as the eclipse started. There were hundreds of people crowded along the pavement on both sides, staring at it.

Like everyone else, I went outside later during the best bit and tried hard not to look at the sun. It got surprisingly dark in the park.

As a result of the absurd emergency alert announcing a non-emergency situation I’ve now disabled “severe” alerts (which this was) and left only “extreme” alerts enabled on my phone. If the government start abusing “extreme” alerts too then I suppose I’ll turn them off completely? The system works.

Season three of House of the Dragon finished pretty well. It’s definitely a big improvement over the second season. Again, Emma D’Arcy really holds the whole thing together.

In an act of radical optimism I took my sourdough starter out of the fridge today so I can begin bringing it back to life in anticipation of baking-compatible weather. I haven’t fed it for six months so it was looking pretty sad but I just stirred the murky hooch back in and let it slowly warm back up. I reckon it’ll pull through.