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a new year and back working on my microcontrollers
Thursday, January 1 2026
It was another cold, unpleasant day, and it began as most such days do, with Gretchen and me on the couch in the living room in front of a blazing woodstove. Gretchen was a little upset with me for going to sleep last night without even saying goodnight. That's a normal thing to do on most nights, but evidently I'm not supposed to do that on New Year's Eve. It's a lesson learned for next time!
Later I was reading about old video boards and looking through my collection of vintage integrated circuits, which is pretty comprehensive, including such legends as the CRT5037, the MOS 6560, and the MOS 8564.
Still later I resumed work on my ESP8266 microcontroller projects, which I had barely touched since I got sick some weeks ago. I needed to add some debugging functionality to my master ESP8266 as well as the slave Atmega328 it controls so that I could do things like examine and change configuration parameters on the slave and examine individual integers parsed by the slave's generic serial parsing system.
This evening Gretchen and I watched the first episode of the television adaptation of the novel Station Eleven, a book I'd read the first half of. It's another telling of an apocalypse story, this one the result of a highly-lethal pandemic. I remember when I read the novel feeling that it was sort of a rehash of other apocalypse stories, without anything especially fresh in story telling. The television version moves very slowly, but I'm finding it reasonably watchable.
This evening I took a flask of gin over to A's house and spent the night on the couch, occasionally feeding or otherwise interacting with Maggie the Cat. She seemed a little more comfortable with me tonight, spending time, for example, lying on my chest and purring gently. I'd had 120 mg of pseudoephedrine earlier, so I took 150 mg of diphenhydramine to get to sleep. But for whatever reason the latter didn't have much effect, and I also didn't have that feeling where I just want to stay up late for no particular reason, which is normally how I feel on that combination of drugs. But perhaps it was the gin that muted those feelings.
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