Winter is coming. In my house, that means long weekends trapped inside with increasingly crazy, argumentative kids enraged by too many hours fighting over the rules to Uno, Life, and Monopoly.
In 2010 I started a project called "Picture a Day". The idea is simple enough -- take a picture a day for a year. I started off strong, with the perfect subject matter: my family's new puppy, Indiana. I kept going strong through 2011, but faltered and stumbled into 2012. I gave up in March of that year with the rather uninspired "Troll Attack".
I've had trouble sleeping since college. Initially that took the form of insomnia, but more recently I've fallen into a more disruptive, two-part sleep pattern. When this happens I sleep for four hours, get up for an hour or two, then go back to sleep for another two or three (or, if I'm really unlucky, I stay up the rest of the night).
The federal government is shutdown. While I'm sympathetic to the smaller government impulses driving the Republicans behind this particular charge, I think it's the wrong way to go about it.
In some ways I am glad to see things finally come to a head -- Congress hasn't passed a budget since 2009, so it's not like things have been running along smoothly. Congress had almost refined can-kicking to an art form, and I for one would like them to actually, you know, do their job.
I've been back on my exercise regime for about three weeks (never mind the timestamp on my blog post kicking things off; I actually started writing that two weeks ago...). I spent the first week jogging, and then spent the next week walking (in an attempt recover from the previous week of walking). This week I'm going for a mixed approach: jog one day, walk the next, and try and get a few afternoon trips to the gym in to round things out.
Seven years ago, around the time my son was born, I was badly out of shape. At 6'1", I weighted 223 lbs. The extra pounds were spread out over my frame, so I didn't look particularly fat, but it was clear that I could stand to lose 20 or so pounds.
It's time for a new Mac. My old MacBook Pro, purchased in 2008 was a great machine, and worked great for four years. I put off upgrading for a year by adding more RAM and a bigger hard drive, but eventually I reached the point where the hardware wasn't meeting my needs any more.
I love science fiction, but I've come to love baseball almost as much. As long time readers know, I came to the Church of Baseball late in life, so I don't know all the rituals and I haven't memorized all the stats ... but I do enjoy the game.
It's finally spring. It's finally stopped snowing, and temperatures are inching their way into the 50s. The kids respective softball and baseball practices are underway, and - if we are lucky - we might just see some plants beginning to sprout and trees starting to green.
It's time for spring cleaning.
My 40th birthday came and went in 2011 without much fanfare. So did my 41st in 2012. Part of it was because I didn't really feel like having a few dozen of my closest friends tell me how old I was, part of it was I was working hard on a mobile project for my day job.
I can't say that I didn't mourn the passing of my thirties -- jumping over the temporal barrier separating youth and middle age is something that you can't help but stop and notice -- but ultimately it was a more a bump in the road then a brick wall.