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explode in error messages
Friday, August 17 2018
I woke up at around 6:00am and spent the entire day working on the code challenge mentioned in yesterday's entry. I continued working until about midnight. That means I put in an eighteen hour day. I don't think I've ever worked so relentlessly in my life, and it felt good to be breaking such a record at age fifty. Mind you, I did it with no chemical assistance other than Irish Breakfast tea (the caffeine content of which is weak at best).
At some point this afternoon I had enough of the Symfony backend built to start building the React frontend. React proved a lot more forgiving that the Boschian hellscape that Symfony is. There was a whole half hour or perhaps even hour of my day given over to dealing with the demands Symfony places on values that are expected to be datetimes. I couldn't figure out how to pass these values to the backend without having Symfony explode in error messages. I even tried to convert them all to string values, but that broke even more stuff, so I had to do it the Symfony way, and it blackened my soul.
A brief and unwelcomed distraction came in the late afternoon when a man in a orange safety vest started walking down the Farm Road to do some tasks. The dogs immediately started barking and ran out to confront the guy. Had the man been friendly to the dogs and greeted them in a cheerful voice, they would've dissolved into smiles and wagging tails. But instead he started screaming and hollering for someone to please call back the dogs, which made them even more aggressive. By the time I got there, Neville was snarling so viciously I thought he might bite the guy. It's possible there was some racism at play here as well, since the screaming man was African American. Also, not to generalize, but people from more urban environments might not reflexively see a pit bull as benignly as Gretchen and I do. I herded the dogs into the house and latched the dog door so I could go back to my work, which required considerable undistracted mental energy.
When I finally went to bed, I was too charged up from all the day's logical thinking to fall asleep, even though I was now running on a rare sleep deficit. Gretchen had been in Hudson with our friends Alana and Chrissy, and she came home at around 1:00am with Chrissy and Chrissy's dog Chongo. Chrissy had rented out her whole Kingston house on AirBnB and needed a place to crash, so Gretchen set her up on the screened-in porch (the master guestroom was far too gummy after all of the recent rains, some of which fell today). Not long after that, some massive tree fell in the forest, and it made so much noise that I ran around the compound checking to see if a tree had fallen onto anything valuable. Everything looked fine.
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