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not a good day to read about virtual memory
Saturday, December 6 2025
Today was another one where I just wanted to hibernate. After the normal weekend living room routine, I went up to the laboratory to begin implementing a system to remotely control the serial port on an I2C slave, but soon got bogged down in the particulars. In addition to a mild hangover, I was finding that the pponderous nature of my work environment was killing my mood. All the slave software was on a laptop, and manipulating that code meant turning in my chair to type on the laptop's keyboard, which was uncomfortably high (the laptop was at the top of a stack of other laptops). Also, to communicate with an ongoing session of ChatGPT on Woodchuck, I had to copy and paste code snippets between computers using my web clipboard. Eventually I came back down to the living room, which, because of the fire, was much warmer than the laboratory. But the Wikipedia article I was reading about virtual memory soon had me feeling sleepy, so I went off to bed and slept from the mid-afternoon until dark.
I awoke and got up just as Gretchen was driving off to a social call. She's friends again with Carrie (of Carrie and Michæl), someone who had unfriended her (in the real-world sense) about four years ago. She would be meeting with Carrie and a sister that Carrie hadn't known existed until she was in her forties. That sister lives in Los Angeles but is, for some reason, buying a house in Stone Ridge to operate as a rental property, and she wanted to pick Gretchen's brain about running a real estate empire.
Meanwhile I was running around doing a minor cleaning jihad because friends would be coming over at 8:30pm, after Gretchen came home.
The friends this evening were Ken & Laura, the ones with the house nearby off Lorenz Road. They'd be sitting with us for a couple of hours eating cookies and drinking either decaf tea (the ladies) or port (the gentlemen). Conversations were mostly about deeply flawed people in my family and also in Laura's family. There was also a fair amount of industry talk that made my eyes glaze over (Ken is an actor and Laura is a script writer). But at some point Gretchen shared her second-hand gossip about Tori Spelling, which is always fun.
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