A format I'm trying: brief notes on the week, published Monday morning before I've had time to overthink them.
Work was mostly heads-down on a component library audit I've been putting off since January. It's one of those tasks that expands to fill whatever time you give it, so I gave it four hours on Tuesday and stopped. The output is 80% as good as it would have been with eight hours and I have the other four to spend on things I actually want to do.
Read most of Demon Copperhead — I'm going to finish it this week. Kingsolver does something clever with the Dickens parallels: they're present enough to be satisfying if you notice them and completely invisible if you don't. Either reading works.
Walked up Blackford Hill on Saturday morning in weather that couldn't decide if it was winter or spring. It settled on both. Came home cold and happy.
Watched All of Us Strangers which I'd been avoiding because I suspected it would be sad. It is sad. It's also very good.
Currently thinking about the gap between the projects I say I want to do and the projects I actually make time for. The gap is revealing.
See you next week.