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   there goes Sleepy Joe
Sunday, July 21 2024
Late this morning Gretchen drove to Connecticut to visit our friend Anna, who is currently in rehab. Setting up that visit wasn't easy; Gretchen had had to attend a 90 minute video orientation program and then clear her schedule on a Sunday, the only day that visits are allowed. Good thing she got all this done when she did, because Anna is getting out on Thursday.

I haven't been checking the news too much since Joe Biden's terrible debate performance and the purported assassination attempt against Donald Trump, as it wasn't doing anything positive for my mental condition. Today, though, I happened to check PalmerReport.com just after a major news story broke: Joe Biden, the incumbent president and victor in his re-election primary, had dropped out of the race. This is the first time anything like this has happened in the United States. It was such an unusual turn of events that I had assumed it wouldn't happen, that Sleepy Joe would somehow muddle through the general campaign and perhaps even (hopefully) win. Gretchen had been a strong partisan in the "Joe Biden must withdraw" faction of the Democratic party, but that had seemed so unrealistic that I didn't even bother to argue with her about it. But now here we were, and Gretchen's dreams had come true. It's now looking like Vice President Kamala Harris is now the presumptive nominee, which is probably a change for the better. I have to admit that the news excites me in a way I hadn't quite anticipated. It's amost certainly better to have a younger candidate running, and it would be a great defeat of Trumpism if a woman of color kicked his ass. I expect Trump will now demand to see her papers, because that is the kind of racist he is.

This afternoon, I took a 150 mg dose of pseudoephedrine and worked on another new feature for my ESP8266 Remote's reporting system: a way to produce graphical outputs instead of tables of data. This is something I first implemented in the Mercy For Animals proprietary donor database reporting system. What it does is take JSON configuration information and use it to render the data using Chart.js. If I could get one such chart to render, I figured, I would allow myself to drink alcohol. It didn't take too long to implement some existing code to do this, and it probably won't take long to also implement a Google Maps integration (which is probably how I will plot LoRA tracking data if I ever get LoRa working reliably in something I can attach to a dog).

Early this evening, I took Charlotte for a walk, and this time Neville did not come. I went up the Chamomile Headwaters Trail, finding a couple chanterelles a bit further afield than the patches of them I know about. I ate one of them immediately, but they're not very good raw.

Gretchen had returned by the time I got back to the house. She'd made green beans and a pesto salad, which we ate while watching first a little live news about the presidential race shakeup and then two episodes of Jeopardy!, where that archivist from Indiana continues her long winning streak.


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