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   lupper and dinner
Saturday, December 21 2024
It was cold this morning, so I kept the woodstove well-fed as Gretchen and I played a collaborative game of Spelling Bee and drank our respective french presses of coffee (decaf for her, of course). After that, I went up to the laboratory to try to get that INA219 working with one of my ESP8266 Remote Control boards. (I'd taken 150mg of pseudoephedrine this morning to help with that.) Since the example was working fine but the code inserted into my software was not, I assumed there was some issue with limited resources or perhaps an I2C address conflict. So I kept hacking away parts of my code, hoping to find the part that was breaking the INA219 code. In the end, it turned out that little bit of code I'd put into my ESP8266 Remote Control code was slightly wrong the whole time, and I could've avoided all this fruitless detective work had I just noticed that to begin with.
Once I had the INA219 working, I rejiggered the ESP8266 firmware further, finding a better place in the delimited data to transmit electrical and location data. While I was doing this, I also added a way to pass in a timestamp to override whatever timestamp the backend would otherwise use. This would allow devices that go offline for a period of time while continuing to log data locally to later send this data to the backend with the correct timestamps.

At some point in the afternoon, Gretchen announced that she'd made an Asian sour & spicy cabbage soup for lupper, my favorite meal of the day. So I interrupted whatever I was doing to eat a bowl and a half of that with Gretchen while watching the last episode of A Man on the Inside, which teased an improbable second season.

Before the sun went down on this cold solstice day, I went on a walk into the forest all by myself (since the dogs don't want to go anywhere when they're snuggling with Gretchen on the couch). I walked out to the Chamomile Stone Wall and then back, just to admire my recent stone work. But it was too cold to do anything else.

This evening, Gretchen made another meal (in this case, dinner) by thawing out some frozen food from Blackbird Pizza (that amazing, if controversial, vegan pizza joint that started out in Philadelphia). This included a pizza and a bunch of seitan hot wings.

Later in the evening, I watched various homesteader YouTube videos while painting another portrait of Charlotte the Dog. This unlocked the permission to drink, which is always extra good on a pseudoephedrine day. But I also took diphenhydramine to keep myself from drinking too much.


The two buttresses on the north side of the Chamomile Stone Wall that I built yesterday. Click to enlarge.


Today's painting of Charlotte. Click to enlarge.


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