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   another summer with a bold deer
Friday, July 15 2016
It was another hot & humid day, but this time with no cloud bursts to cool things down. I made some good progress building out yet another API for a third party, and then celebrated by success by weeding among the chaotically-seeded kale plants in the cabbage patch part of the garden. There has been evidence of a bold deer eating plants around the margin, particularly tomato plants in both tomato patches (it surprises me how much deer like tomato plants, which are full of repulsive-smelling solanaceous chemicals). The deer also evidently stood between the stone wall and the cars and snacked on the smallest of the sunflowers, removing all but one of its leaves. I've put up some barricades to make it so that the deer will have to enter the garden from directions it would prefer not to, but there's only so much you can do when you're dealing with a deer who isn't overly concerned about dogs.
Susan, Nancy, and Sarah the Vegan all came over this afternoon to go swimming with Gretchen at the pool at the end of the Farm Road. I was on the phone at the time as a lurker in the company-wide meeting. (I'd come into the meeting two minutes late, which was sort of embarrassing when I announced myself over a meeting that was already in progress.)
In the early evening, I took a 50 milligram dose of Vyvanse, though I didn't really have any big task to apply the resulting energy to. Eventually I just made up a task, a cron job to scan through the donor database looking for phantom records (ones that hold no useful data). By this point I'd already painted the painting that would earn me the ability to drink alcoholic beverages tonight. Here it is, yet another picture of Ramona:

The Vyvanse kept me up late in the evening, where I did some drunken socializing with two of my colleagues via Slack (though only one of them had been drinking). When one is drinking alone, text-and-meme communication can be a suprisingly fulfilling form of social interaction. Speaking of memes, after Trump released his Trump/Pence logo, I couldn't help myself and had to mock it in the way that most loudly suggested itself:


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