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   Labor Day ephedra
Monday, September 4 2017
I have a real job, so I got labor day off. In practical terms, just meant I had more freedom for how I worked, though Gretchen did try to convince me to come outside to experience the glorious day, which was sunny and summery-warm with notes of autumnal sadness.
In hopes of taking advantage of my freedom, I supplemented my caffeine with mechanically-shredded ephedra in hopes of getting more done. This helped when I did a little work on my TinyMCE template system and then later when I continued digging that foundation hole for Gretchen's screened-in porch. I managed to get that hole all the way down to 37 inches below the surface, though it still needs the roots trimmed out of it. Fortunately, none of the roots I've encountered in that hole were very big.
This evening Gretchen was still suffering from her mystery illness, but she powered through it and we went to Susan & David's place for a meal of barbecued Beyond Burgers out on their screened-in porch. From the sound of things, both Susan and David are fairly under-employed right now, giving David a chance to work on a graphic novel about his father's war experiences. David is still on most of the restrictive diet designed to control his problem with acid reflux, though he recently added a certain amount of bread to his diet, allowing him to eat his burger in a bun. I was the only one at the barbecue drinking alcohol (I wasn't going to not drink alcohol on Labor Day!) I ended up drinking three IPAs, which was enough for Gretchen to want to drive us home.
We'd come to Susan & David's place at 5:00pm and we left before 9 because Gretchen didn't want to push herself. She went off to bed and I stayed up late in the laboratory drinking alone, smoking pot, and pacing myself with occasional cups of increasingly-dilute ephedra tea. I watched a bunch of episodes of the third season of Halt & Catch Fire, which appears to be taking place in the late-1980s, just before I got my first Macintosh (and graduated from the world of eight-bit computers to the one that would eventually house and feed me). It's rare to see a time period so close to the present depicted as a deliberately-constructed past (although closer-to-now periods have been depicted in Black Mirror, Fargo, and Better Call Saul).


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