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Bad Company morning
Friday, February 21 2025
Before Gretchen and I were out of bed this morning, I said something that begin with "I feel like..." and Gretchen finished for me with "making love!" She wss referring to a terrible rock song from the 1970s. We wondered who had written the song, and at one time I had known, but I couldn't call up the name from my memory. Gretchen searched for it by lyrics on her phone and soon was playing Bad Company clips. I'd thought maybe they'd had three big songs, but it was more like ten. And they were all similarly derivative and formulaic. They'd clearly been inspired by Led Zeppelin, but they dumbed it down and made it all kind of gross. "Shooting Star" is okay I suppose, but the rest are horrible.
I decided to make myself a french press of coffee this morning and hang out in front of the fire. At some point our neighbor A, who is temporarily living in Stone Ridge while her house is completely remodeled, came by to visit with her little dog Henry and she and Gretchen and both our dogs went on a walk in the forest. They took the Stick Trail, which is covered with a layer of crunchy snow that is more fun to walk on than the hard, slippery glaze covering the Farm Road.
While they were doing that, my brother Don called from Virginia with some alarming news about his Supplemental Security Income (SSI) benefits. He'd gotten a letter telling him that, due to his new income, his benefits had been adjusted downward to $0. Don said he thought maybe this was a typo, but usually such documents do not contain typos. I was wondering if perhaps the Elon Musk's DOGE team, the one currently taking a wrecking ball the the federal government, had gotten to SSI. The people who get those benefits are among the politically weakest in the nation, so it would stand to reason that their benefits would be destroyed before, say, those of Social Security or Medicare.
I thought today would be a good day to take pseudoephedrine and work on the last details of my ESP8266 FRAM code, so that was what I did. After a little initial procrastination with my version of Spelling Bee, I managed to turn my attention to the ESP8266 code. I had to add some global variables to better track certain states and the timing of various events, and then I built out a function called sendAStoredRecordToBackend() that actually sends a record stored in FRAM and changes its status to "sent" (information that is actually stored in the byte delimiting records).
This evening Gretchen made three different dishes: a "hot" (as in temperature) potato salad, an Asian slaw, and a creamy soup, the kind that you want to put oyster crackers in. Of those, the soup was probably the best. It was a lot of food, so we would have plenty of leftovers.
Soon after I took diphenhydramine to wind down from the pseudoephedrine I'd taken hours earlier, I felt nauseated, which is not something this combination of drugs usually makes me feel. So I took antacids, lay down on the beanbag in the laboratory, and watched clips of police investigations of drunk drivers on YouTube until the feeling passed.
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