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hand-cut udon noodles
Saturday, March 15 2025
I took a CBD gel cap before going to bed to see if it would help me sleep. It did not; indeed, I had about the worst night's sleep in years. I have a few things to worry about, but none are that bad, so it wasn't that. It was just that I couldn't sleep. [REDACTED]
After I'd drunk a bit too much coffee in front of the fire in the living room, I wanted to go do some work on the Chamomile Wall while a 150 mg dose of pseudoephedrine kicked in. There's not much to do there on the wall as it stands, so I made a preliminary effort of restarting the wall on the other (west) side of the Stick Trail, since it would be amazing for the Stick Trail to pass through a gap in a stone wall. I've also been doing some work to line the downhill edge of the Woodshed Path (which gently lowers itself from the woodshed to the Stick Trail by gradually descending a steep escarpment by slowly crossing lines of contour while running not-quite parallel to them). The downhill edge of such "mountain goat paths" are often subject to heightened erosion, so it's good to provide them additional armor.
Later I drove into town, mostly to get beer. But while I was there, I went into Herzogs to get some soldering supplies: a tank of MAPP gas and some solder flux, though a coil of solder is about $50 these days, so I didn't get any of that. I also got some superglue, which I never seem to have enough of. Then I went to Hannaford, where I got tofu, six ruby red grapefruits, a 12 back of Hazy Little Thing, a couple bags of corn tostadas, and a can of Monster Energy Drink, among other things.
Back at the house, I continued debugging the new ESP8266 encryption scheme, which was now reconstructing more of the encrypted password. It was clear by this point that I needed to log all the stages of encryption and decryption to track down where the errors in my logic were, and it wasn't going to be easy.
This evening Gretchen prepared a multi-course Thai meal for our friend Jeff to celebrate his recent 60th birthday, which we'd missed while we were in Florida. Jeff came over with his wife Alana, and we had the usual catching-up conversation. Alana told us about the latest with her magazine store on Broadway in Kingston, and I mentioned some things about my new job. The meal consisted of some sort of bean pancake with a sauce, followed by a kale & cabbage salad, followed by a mushroom curry with hand-cut udon noodles (Gretchen had hand-cut them earlier this afternoon). Later in front of the fire, Jeff and I discussed the pluses and minuses of using large language models and then Jeff, launched by a converation about a television show that everyone there except me watches called the Pitt, told us what it was like working as a cameraman/producer for a reality show taking place in an emergency room.
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