It was a … kind of a day of failure, I guess. Not about anything important, but failure nonetheless. I had the idea yesterday that maybe I could record some stuff I want to record from the PS5 instead of the Apple TV, but it wouldn’t work. No matter what I tried, no dice. Nothing would work. That was my first, like, two and a half hours of the day. It put me on edge which was even more frustrating because it was so inconsequential, you know? A hobby-type project. No stakes.
I floated a bit for the rest of the day. I watched a movie. That helped. But, yeah. I get like this when I buy something like the new external hard drive and all the things I want to do with it. It happens. It’s okay. It’s also that I’m really close to finishing my book, but not close enough yet that it’s the final stretch. That’s a fragile, anxiety-ridden place. How many pages is it going to be in the end? How many more work days does that mean? When can I be done with it?
But…I will get there. I watched a movie. That helped. Filled out my time sheet. Figured out how to make the external enclosure not so loud.
There were wins.
Going to be on time is one of them. Night night.