It also had a tag on its ankle. We think it’s a secret agent messenger bird, recently returned from Afghanistan.
Poor Jackie is currently having some flea problems, which means no curling up at the foot of the bed. This has added to everyone’s stress (especially hers), as I’ve had to kick her off the bed about every 20 minutes during the night.
On about the third night of this, I found myself having a very strange partly-waking dream: Jackie was, or was in charge of, a web service. If she couldn’t sit on the bed for a little while, she wouldn’t be able to focus enough to keep the service running, and then all the rest of us would be hosed.
Work has been stressful for me lately. Home has been stressful for me lately. I’m not sleeping well. This apparently manifests in cat-programmers.
I’m just about ready for a new release of Granny Squares. I did all my tests and development, merged with the master branch, and ran my tests again.
And one failed.
A trivial case–ensure that there’s one instance of the form in the formset on the main page of the site.
It certainly works. But the response object’s context is None, even though the content, status code, etc., are on point.
I’m not releasing the damn thing until the tests pass, but it’s a pain the ass, because I wanted to already be full tilt on August’s project.
Sunday, I’ll be in a new table-top Vampire: the Requiem game, run by Greg.
I’ve been wanting to play table-top Vamp for years now. Our characters are fresh up from “death” (meaning no XP), and will be starting from something like our first meeting with the powers that run the city.
The early-game premise is that we’ll be restricted to a single large apartment building, with no pre-established blood sources, etc.
I’m now fully in the flaky phase of the tattoo process, and am losing large black/grey flakes at a pleasantly quick rate.
It’s really, really hard not to encourage the process, though, especially when (squick alert!) attached flakes are catching on my shirt at work.
Sleeping has been rough since Saturday. When it was all raw and fresh, it just (ha!) hurt badly. Once it dried out, it hurt to do anything that stretched the skin, like lie on my stomach. Or lie on my side. Or relax my shoulder.
The winning solution for sleep so far is to use a small pillow under the front of my tattoo’d shoulder so I can sorta sleep on my stomach and keep the shoulder propped up. It’s not unlike my sleep solution for when I first hurt my shoulder, except that was on my back.
An even better solution (thanks, Angi!) was to switch from using lotion to using vitamin E oil. So soothing. Difficult to avoid overuse, though.
I’ve been conflicted between wanting all this to be over with–to just have a damn tattoo already–and enjoying the strangeness of what’s happening. Now that the pain’s mostly abated, I’m feeling more in-the-moment.
Anyway, in the midst of all of this, I’ve finally caught up on some innernet reading:
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