I know, it’s weird, but I’m actually typing this from a Surface Pro 7. It’s a review unit, or rather, a borrowed unit for an upcoming piece. I’ve been looking forward to give the Surface another go for some time, and this last batch is promising. More on this later, for now, just know that I’m doing the most important thing there is when getting your hands on a new Windows machine: Downloading the Mass Effect trilogy.
The calendar is packed, much like this month, but at least the cotton that’s been invading my head the past few days is all but gone. It’s good to be able to think again. Now I just need a couple of nights of proper sleep, and all will be dandy, until the next plague hits.
I also need to go grocery shopping. It’s a grand lifestyle, isn’t it?
So it might be the plague…
Just kidding. It’s not so bad just yet, but I’m staying home, doing some light work because that’s all my fuzzy brain can handle right now. Reading up on things, discussing concepts – for some reason that’s easier than wrapping up the projects I have on my plate this week. It’s like being a bit feverish makes it easier to think creatively, but anything other than that, anything too precise, becomes hard.
I really want to launch my new site now.
My throat is sore, I’ve got a heavy head, and I might be a bit warmer than usual (which says a lot). It might be the plague, so I intend to drown it in bourbon tonight. That usually works.
I’ve slept a lot over the weekend, clocking 9-10 hours per day. That’s unusual for me, I rarely sleep more than eight hours. I surely needed said sleep, but I must’ve overdone it, because I woke up at five this morning and I’ve been sleepy all day. That’s not ideal, because this week, and the rest of February for that matter, is nuts.
Anyway, all is well, weather is bland, I’m tired, but there’s cake coming soon. I can live with that.
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The day is all but over and I’m thinking about autocomplete, what words mean, how we treat each other, and how to become a better person. Words carry, but actions matter. That sort of thing. It’s not as bleak as it sounds.
It’s a cold, crisp, and beautiful day in Stockholm, perfect for a 2.5 hour walk.
Busy, so here’s a photo of me being even more busy between meetings. Cue the mobile office and all that jazz.
Busy days. I wonder how many times I’ve written those words? It doesn’t matter, days are days, busy or not, and then they’re not and you relax before sleep. As long as the busy stuff is rewarding, everything’s fine. When it’s not, well, that’s a different story. By which I mean nothing at this moment in time, I’m just sleep-deprived from too much on my plate, and it’s not easing up before springtime. So onwards, right?
It’s been one of those days where the sun actually showed its face. Got a chance to premiere my new sunglasses, it was that much spring in the air. I’m not getting my hopes up though, there’ll be winter yet, I’m sure.