65ºF, rain, thunder: seems like I only needed a few days off: guess I do like the ritual, the rhythm, the routine of these daily things. I'm stuck with me, sorry.

Worked this morning getting back to the initial flash of inspiration or desperation on what will prove either a distraction or something moderately worthwhile; if nothing else, my brain has ceased the concoction of alternative paths so that's as good a sign as any that i landed on the right one.

(Was I able, though, to get to this something moderately worthwhile because I wasn't clogged up with morning things here?)

Standing desk converter (apparently) arriving later today: I've made so many improvised ones over the years, it was time to splurge and invest in an actual for-real one. My back will thank me.