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   another remote workday ending with a 9% beer
Friday, July 25 2025

setting: rural Hurley Township, Ulster County, New York

Today was my second Friday of working remotely for my new(ish) employer from the Adirondack cabin. This time, though, I had the advantage of having a working local copy of the development Oracle database on my work-issued laptop. Inevitably, though, I got bogged down (as I always seem to do in this company), this time trying to troubleshoot an issue and finding I was missing huge relationational structures (that is, records in tables dependent on records in tables dependent on records in table, etc) necessary to do the testing. I created some of these structures, only to reveal something else I needed before I could even begin. It's the kind of demoralizing sequence of events that leads one to go outside with a pair of nippers to cut down the irritating little stumps of previously-cut weeds so that they won't poke holes in your bare feet. As I would do this, I would contemplate a project that might be necessary and that I would actually enjoy, that is, replacing Crystal Reports with some in-house reporting system, ideally one I would develop. I was even thinking about how I would showcase the reporting system from my ESP8266 Remote Control system as a model. Now that V has left, and with her a lot of institutional knowledge about Crystal Reports, now might be the time.

At the end of the day, I grabbed a cold Lagunitas Maximus and headed down to the lake, where Gretchen had been spending most of her day. Unfortunately, she's noticed the "9%" labeling on the Maximus cans and now she keeps bringing up how drinking one of them is like drinking three conventional beers.
I climbed into an inner tube and let the wind and currents carry me southeastward, ultimately putting me on the shore on Shane's parcel, where I had a short walk back to our Mossy Rock Trail and ultimately back up to the cabin. Neither of us were particularly ambitious, so we browsed on snack foods instead of preparing a proper meal.


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