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I slept. I went to bed at 11:30 (I was working until then...), got up at 6:54. Very restless sleep. This hurt, that ached, too warm, too cold, too tangled in the quilt, needed the restroom but not badly enough to move and break my sleep more, etc. Alarm starts in at 6:30; Scott and I were both trying to snooze it (usually, either he snoozes it, or I get up and then he snoozes it as I'm lazy about the reach).
So very tired when I first got up. Better now. I dreamed last night that I was changing code and trying to avoid a rolling upgrade, and having to synch changes across manymany projects. the changes were different than the real ones but that is basically what I did for 3-4 hours of yesterday....
There were other complications, and other dreams intermixed. I was travelling somewhere to see something - a friend had sent me tickets to get me there. The mode of travel was these little monorail shuttle cars, but there were a LOT of transfers where you had to walk from one car-stop to another. Never very far, but often through odd environments (like someone's HOUSE?).
I had my usual plethora of bags with me, but I didn't carry them much. I had a staff, and I would point it and speak words of command, once I was at the new travel-car, and the stuff would fly to me...sometimes, and sort of. I was frustrated, because I was tired and had not known how to do this very long, and it seldom worked on the first trying, although it did eventually work (except the last time, I woke up before I could get the backpack to obey, although everything else had, and that waking shattered the dream although I didn't yet get up). On more than one occasion people stared at me and my luggage, as if I were exotic and slightly scary, but I still kept doing it. I also almost brained someone with the backpack once; thereafter I made exaggerated arcs with the luggage when I brought it....
...yeah. The morning got more logical from there, though only slightly. On the way up to work, I listened to the radio; there's a morning show I like for the most part because they do music and traffic, but they get weird, of course. They have this thing called "Stump the Jock" where one of the DJ's (same one every time, if he's there and not sick/vacationing) is the jock and has to answer a question picked by the other from a bunch sent in by listeners. Really questionable whether some of them are accurate, I suppose, but this morning's had me in stitches.
They asked what the solid state booster rockets on the space shuttle were sized based on (besides their ability to lift the thing, obviously). The ultimate conclusion was that you could trace it back to the width of a horse's rear end (two horse's rear ends, really). See, the boosters had to transport by train - so they had to fit on a train car. Trains are sized to ride properly over their wheels, whose width is dictated by train tracks. These were made to the same width as wagon wheels, so they could use some of the same manufactured parts to make early trains. Wagon wheels were spaced based on the ruts in Roman roads. The ruts in Roman roads were caused by chariots, which were sized wide enough to be pulled by two horses...ie, the width was dictated by the width of two horses' rear ends.
I haven't done any research. It seems too absurd to be true. And I don't really care if it is or not. It added a lot of amusement to my morning! (The "jock" was complaining that was taking it way too far, saying the size was dictated by train car size being one thing, Clydesdale heinies being another altogether.)
I was almost to work, 2/3 up the long block before I turn onto the side street (very long block - suburban office block - "block" is stretching it, pun intended) when I heard a siren. Rear-view mirror. Flashing lights; ambulance; six cars back. Van next to me was speeding up to try to - I don't know what. So I slowed down, dropped in behind him. Everyone else got over, the guy who had been in front of me didn't, so I lagged back so he'd have somewhere to go; he did.
Ambulance turned left on "my" street but continued up toward the residential area. Hope whoever it was is okay. I actually managed to get back over and make the turn, traffic unstuck fairly cleanly from that. If it hadn't, I'd have gone to the next street, turned right, and looped Mercantile Way. Since it's 25-mph and very curvy, I'm just as glad I didn't have to. It's not that long a drive but it's an annoying road.
Morning. It's a morning. And I actually have time to, briefly, babble and think about things that aren't work.
Now I'll go on to those things that are.....
So very tired when I first got up. Better now. I dreamed last night that I was changing code and trying to avoid a rolling upgrade, and having to synch changes across manymany projects. the changes were different than the real ones but that is basically what I did for 3-4 hours of yesterday....
There were other complications, and other dreams intermixed. I was travelling somewhere to see something - a friend had sent me tickets to get me there. The mode of travel was these little monorail shuttle cars, but there were a LOT of transfers where you had to walk from one car-stop to another. Never very far, but often through odd environments (like someone's HOUSE?).
I had my usual plethora of bags with me, but I didn't carry them much. I had a staff, and I would point it and speak words of command, once I was at the new travel-car, and the stuff would fly to me...sometimes, and sort of. I was frustrated, because I was tired and had not known how to do this very long, and it seldom worked on the first trying, although it did eventually work (except the last time, I woke up before I could get the backpack to obey, although everything else had, and that waking shattered the dream although I didn't yet get up). On more than one occasion people stared at me and my luggage, as if I were exotic and slightly scary, but I still kept doing it. I also almost brained someone with the backpack once; thereafter I made exaggerated arcs with the luggage when I brought it....
...yeah. The morning got more logical from there, though only slightly. On the way up to work, I listened to the radio; there's a morning show I like for the most part because they do music and traffic, but they get weird, of course. They have this thing called "Stump the Jock" where one of the DJ's (same one every time, if he's there and not sick/vacationing) is the jock and has to answer a question picked by the other from a bunch sent in by listeners. Really questionable whether some of them are accurate, I suppose, but this morning's had me in stitches.
They asked what the solid state booster rockets on the space shuttle were sized based on (besides their ability to lift the thing, obviously). The ultimate conclusion was that you could trace it back to the width of a horse's rear end (two horse's rear ends, really). See, the boosters had to transport by train - so they had to fit on a train car. Trains are sized to ride properly over their wheels, whose width is dictated by train tracks. These were made to the same width as wagon wheels, so they could use some of the same manufactured parts to make early trains. Wagon wheels were spaced based on the ruts in Roman roads. The ruts in Roman roads were caused by chariots, which were sized wide enough to be pulled by two horses...ie, the width was dictated by the width of two horses' rear ends.
I haven't done any research. It seems too absurd to be true. And I don't really care if it is or not. It added a lot of amusement to my morning! (The "jock" was complaining that was taking it way too far, saying the size was dictated by train car size being one thing, Clydesdale heinies being another altogether.)
I was almost to work, 2/3 up the long block before I turn onto the side street (very long block - suburban office block - "block" is stretching it, pun intended) when I heard a siren. Rear-view mirror. Flashing lights; ambulance; six cars back. Van next to me was speeding up to try to - I don't know what. So I slowed down, dropped in behind him. Everyone else got over, the guy who had been in front of me didn't, so I lagged back so he'd have somewhere to go; he did.
Ambulance turned left on "my" street but continued up toward the residential area. Hope whoever it was is okay. I actually managed to get back over and make the turn, traffic unstuck fairly cleanly from that. If it hadn't, I'd have gone to the next street, turned right, and looped Mercantile Way. Since it's 25-mph and very curvy, I'm just as glad I didn't have to. It's not that long a drive but it's an annoying road.
Morning. It's a morning. And I actually have time to, briefly, babble and think about things that aren't work.
Now I'll go on to those things that are.....
