a history of stragglers
So, we’re in the middle of moving, and the only real computer I have access to is my server, the one that runs the web site you’re reading. It’s cloudy, which means when I move house, I don’t have to move it. By real computer, I mean something that can run, at a minimum, vim and git. My rasberry pi also qualifies, but it’s in a box somewhere. Those are the minimum tools I need to do a blog post. Luckily, I had photos already out on the server, or theis would be a very boring post indeed.
These are more from the period between Xmas and New Years. One from sonoma, and the others walking back from brunch at Portal. That’s what I meant by stragglers; I keep seeming to have one photo that should have gone with the previous set turn up the next time I ope lightroom.
It’s what I get for blogging tired.
Not much to say right now. moving is hard, and it’s going to take us all week, I’m afraid. Tomorrow is the furniture, but there are a million little things that are going to take us a while to get. The kitchen, the closets, the camping stuff, yada yada yada. Up and down stairs until I’m tired of it, and then a few more trips. This was my idea, really. Save a little money, get into a nicer area. I’ll enjoy it once I get there, but now, I’m tired.
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