So sorry. Drinking. With cause (but isn't it always).
So frustrating, three days of no code, no working programs, no graphics work.
Not for the lack of trying, but...
Interminable interruptions. Oh, some few slack hours listening to a pod cast about Ross U and silk road. Can we see parallels? Postmortem advice on organizing? Not so much, really. Like, there is not great fund of eager startup money here waiting to be wontonly spent.
No, the interruptions are a constant need to explain to a personal aide how to boil water for eggs, remember where a scarf is put, remember the detailed dance, simple in clean execution, disasterous in mis-steps, the detailed dance of transfer of a mobiltiy impaired person, from bed to wheel-chair, from wheel-chair to toilet. Or the detailed steps of preparing a mug of instant coffee.
After the twentieth time of demonstrating the mysteries of a velcro strap and its application over three days to persons ranging from Santaria dark confrontive defiant to language impaired,frightened and forgetful I have poured out the Deanston single malt scotch and have flipped the switch.
I have flipped the switch from kind ever-present patient explainer to drill-sergeant abusive. "Is that pulled tight? Would you bet your life that is pulled tight? Do you realize you are betting theirs?
- - elipsis, weeks later. Karma?
Covid, at least, positive covid tests have hit the household, and any sane and cautious person will not come to help. Thank God for God. The spectre of 100% need looms.
