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It's 65F and I'm wearing a t-shirt.
School is cancelled, the airport is shut down, and federal and state government is closed, in anticipation of tomorrow's blizzard.
I'm working from home tomorrow, I guess.

Lunchtime ride: we ride through a tunnel under the four-lane road that goes to Boulder, and on the far side we take a hard left and our path merges onto the median of the four-lane road. As we're heading into the tunnel we see a guy on a breathtakingly expensive time trial bike just riding out of the tunnel so we crank up our speed to catch him, and start following him.
It was like a keirin, the Japanese race where people draft a motorcycle that is slowly increasing in speed until there is only one person left behind it, who wins. He kept going faster and faster, and I kept struggling harder and harder, as did my coworker.
We were approaching the speed the cars were going, and I knew I was about done, but! wait! what to my wandering eye should appear? but a red light right in front of us! Saved!
And even better: there's a dubious fly-under, a bike path that goes beneath a bridge and evades the traffic control signal.
So I tipped my right hand to the right just enough for my coworker, behind me, to see, and we skived off to the right, blowing through the bushes that mask the entrance onto the fly-under, which is why nobody else uses it, and because nobody else uses it the nadir is always full of branches and debris from where Lefthand Creek has overflowed onto it so that means a whole bunch of jumping over junk, but we managed that and sprinted up the climb out of the river drainage and swooped back onto the road, covered in glory and victory!

The other rider had made a right turn at the stoplight, and was nowhere to be seen.

Sic transit gloria mundi, man.

I just noticed there's a 'reason for age restriction' field in the posting details below the entry form. I'm filling it in "eels, lots and lots of eels". Let's see what happens.
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The bathroom sink was dripping slowly the other day so I figured I'd come home today and tighten down the gland nut and fix it. I figured out how to remove the cold handle, and tried tightening the only big hex nut available, which did nothing. So then I figured I'd have to take it apart and see if the seal and land were damaged and needed to be replaced, which meant turning off the cutoff valve under the sink.
Which promptly started leaking.
I bravely converted a leak going into a drain, into a leak going into the inside wall of the house. Go me.
Thankfully the local home depot had replacement cartridges for the sink valves, once I managed to wrestle one out, and while I was there I bought newer quarter-turn cutoff valves to replace the vile old gate valves.
The replacement cartridges went right in (I replaced both sides, because I know how MTBF seems to work) and then, full of hope and optimism, pulled the handle off the gate valve and tightened the gland nut.
It stopped leaking.
So I'm leaving everything alone. Another day I'll replace everything: the cutoffs, the terrible old hose going up to the faucet, and the faucet. But today, I'm going to stop while nothing is leaking.
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The main language I use for my test system at work is a test management package that provides a way to call lower-level language functions. It is oddly selective in what it allows you to do. Things like
if (variable OR 64)
always return '1', because it analyzes clauses as booleans, even though you think you're bitmasking, for instance. (And if this is covered in the documentation, I haven't found it.)
One of the things it provides is datalogging: you call a low-level routine, pass it a number by reference, and it chucks the number into an ASCII file. The number is associated as a value, with a key, and the key is the name of the datalogging routine.
So a chunk of datalog code would look like:
measure input_voltage_1
input_voltage_1 datalog()
and so forth.
Which is fine, but that means for every measurement I have to correctly type in what the measurement is, and that gets old fast because I'm measuring like 800 things. (Seriously. Actually more.)
I was poking around in the program's documentation today and found that because it's sort of vaguely object-oriented, I can mess around with the inherited attributes and with overloading them, and realized that I can dynamically generate names, that I can use to overwrite the names of the datalogging routine.
As a result, I converted 1023 lines of code into 7 lines of code, and the really cool part is that 256 of those lines were names I had to type in by hand, and now there aren't any names I have to type in by hand. It generates the whole works for me, because it knows what it just measured and uses that to produce the key.
I'm ridiculously pleased with this, mostly because of the massive scope of error reduction.
And I'm pretty sure this is the sort of thing that is completely meaningless to my manager, because I'm the only person who would ever use complicated stuff like this.
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Today:
I wrote a test program that turns on various parts of my chip alternately, to see if they interact: if one part is affected when another part switches on or off. Then I added to it to start running at very high frequencies, and then I added a bit more that drives a thermal forcer so I can run the chip between -40 and 130C. It turns out that at high power, at high temperature, at high switching frequencies, it blows up. Flames shoot out. It doesn't seem to be associated with the switching-on-and-off, though, but with being hot.

At the same time, my sweary twin (he looks very much like me but curses a lot) was trying to set up a test system that somewhat emulates mine, so I spent a big chunk of time doing code review with him and walking him through hardware and software choices I'd made when designing this thing.
(Side plot involving explaining the SPI protocol, which is really weird to someone new at it: you write a word to the chip, and then have to wait until the next transaction to get a response. The offset-by-one is surprisingly hard for people to work with.)

At the same time, I was helping my prickly PhD coworker get a board working, which involved iteratively swapping out parts to get a slope compensation value working right, and simultaneously documenting all the changes so we can recreate this later.

At the same time I was also helping my other coworker get his system working. He's using the previous revision of hardware and software that I built last year, and it keeps having communication issues, and no matter how many times I explain troubleshooting the system to him, he never seems to understand the overall concept, so he does the first step over and over and then when it doesn't fix the problem comes to ask me for help. (I got him set up on a software repository system last week, because it's been a requirement for us to use for a year, and I am pretty sure he still doesn't understand that the repository is on a separate, remote, managed system, and is not just another directory on his hard drive.)

And all of these are fine, but the only one my manager will notice is the fix-the-board-for-prickly-PhD, and then most likely all he'll notice is if there were any problems with it. All the other projects are things that he doesn't think are important, so he doesn't find my handling of them relevant.

I know I shouldn't complain about my job, but should instead just find another one.
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I made bread last night, so the previous week's loaf-end got turned into french toast this morning. Afterwards, unless I'm extraordinarily careful, I always have leftover egg-and-cream-and-cinnamon batter left, so I scramble it and feed it to Monty.
My zaftig dog is getting even more zaf, so I may have to stop this. She will be crushed.

Today's plans: pay bills, go to Alpaca Con with [personal profile] basefinder and [personal profile] altamira16 and their respective spouses, and get all my tax information together and do a first pass on taxes for last year.
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One of my favorite coworkers announced he is quitting yesterday. He said he'd work until it wasn't fun anymore. Soon after he got assigned to work for my manager, he stopped smiling as much, and apparently this week he got to some Social Security magic age, so he's done. I truly liked working with him, even if we were quite different socially and politically, because he's kind, generous, and sympathetic.

I had a professional development discussion with my manager yesterday. He's not changing my job functions: I still get to do 30% hardware development, 60% software development, and 10% dealing with random emergencies, and that's fine. What's not as fine is that the problems that led to him being so frustrated last year are probably going to be worse this year. The unspoken premise is that I need to work more like 55 hours a week from April to August, and then I'd have the time to finish everything by his deadlines, and I'm not going to do that. Instead I'm going to rush things and make mistakes. Oh and go find another job.

There are bald eagles all over the place lately. That's been nice.

The spring that makes the Spitfire seatbelt retract and stay tight across the driver's chest failed. Actually a little plastic bit failed. I ordered some replacements off The Internets and they totally don't work, because I have to heavily modify the mounting points to match the original Spitfire mounting points, and there's not enough metal on these to safely modify. I could in theory remanufacture the spring-to-roller mechanism that failed, but everything online says once you open that and the spring tension changes, it's not fixable. Presumably breaking qualifies under the same proviso. I could easily machine the part, but I don't think I'd ever trust it. (Hm. I have another one just like it on the other side. I could measure the spring tension and adjust this side until it had the same tension...) So it looks like I have to order another one of the same make/model as the one that failed, which is precisely the wrong incentive for improvements in quality. Plus I'm about 1/3 of the way through reupholstering the seats and am stalled because of a logistics issue: all the instructions say "take one seat apart and leave the other mostly together so you can figure out how to put it back together because it is really not obvious" but the frames are so rusty and what I really want to do is take them both out, strip them down, and have them sandblasted and powdercoated, because, like the seatbelt, I really don't want to have weak seats. Everything on that car is dangerous, but those are exceptionally dangerous. I replaced the old (rusted to dust) seat mounting bolts with the strongest bolts you can buy, and added reinforcements under the seat pan because I've seen seat bolts rip through and result in a loose car seat thrashing around in the car. (I suspect this may have been what caused my dad's death, but I don't have proof.)

It's snowing madly. The roads are simultaneously really slick and icy, and covered in halfway-to-my-knee snow, at least in my neighborhood. Cars off the road on either side the whole way home, and lots of crashes. By the time I was halfway home it was foul enough there weren't too many cars on the road anymore, so I got to drift sideways through turns, which I enjoy (when there's nobody else around.)

One of my coworkers is doing a ski trek from Nederland to Winter Park tomorrow, and back the next day. It's kinda cool because the driving distance on roads is over 100km but his route is only ("only") 20km. In total wilderness, over the Continental Divide. He kept asking if some of the rest of us wanted to come along. I'm all I'd be glad to do that on a bike in August when it's above body temperature. (In fact, I once got hypothermia on that pass, in August, because of a surprise blizzard, so maybe not even then.)
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I've been working at the same place for 15 years.
Do I even bother with mentioning previous employment when I'm updating my resume? Especially since the jobs I was doing then largely don't even exist anymore?
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I got a bad year-end review at work. I'm unhappy about that, in part because I think my manager looks at every mistake as catastrophic, while not even acknowledging ideas and implementations that fix other mistakes. (When I swap three pins on a connector we're not using, because there are 300 pins and I have no time to double-check my work, he brings it up in every meeting for a month. When I write a macro that sorts data from a database into the format we need, after someone else changed how the database logging system works, instead of being happy that I fixed the problem, he gets mad at the person who changed the database logging system, even though that person had to do so.)
One of the things that came out of this is that he thinks my lack of an engineering degree is holding me back. That, I think, is definitely wrong, but oh well. So I'm trying to take the graduate-level EE course that all the system engineers I work with have taken. They, fresh out of college, said it required fifteen hours a week of homework, with them working together. It's taking me more than that, and my progress is slow. So tomorrow I'm going to get some tutoring.

Probably related to this is a random dream from last night. I was trying to go through my Japanese alphabets, and worked my way through hiragana without a problem, but just at the beginning of katakana, all the characters started to move and then run off the page. I was trying to corral them back in by drawing lines around the outside of the page but they moved too fast.
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I'm taking an electrical engineering course through the engineering department of CU Boulder and it is kicking my butt. He says second order differential equations so casually.
Today I left work early, came home, watched a nice man haul off my poor old Subaru, drove the Triumph down to the credit union and paid off my new Subaru, then drove over to get a crown replaced. On the way home, the seatbelt retract mechanism on the Triumph failed. This isn't the original one, it's one I put in 5 years ago when I replaced the original belts. I think seatbelts should be replaced periodically, but I don't think 5 years is a suitable replacement period. Nevertheless, that's what I get. There is a plastic hat-shaped bit that engages a spiral spring on one side, and engages the reel on the other, and it broke in the middle. I could mend it or 3d print a replacement, or best of all machine one out of aluminum. But I could also just buy another.
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Driving to work yesterday sucked. We got a large amount of snow here, taller than my snowblower, and it was still snowing heavily when I headed to work. Up at work there was virtually no snow at all, so the in-between was very heavy slush. At some point, enough slush and ice lodged beneath my car and froze that it displaced a long flexible heat shield that covers the exhaust system. (This is because occasionally people actually drive these cars offroad and park them and the hot exhaust starts grass fires.) So now the heat shield is touching the driveshaft and making awful noises.
This car has been nonstop difficulty.
Anyway. Today I drove the old car, the one that failed ALL THE EMISSIONS TESTS, and I was glad I had it to drive, because I was trying to donate it to the local radio station and their criteria for donation ("They said donating was easy, and it was even easier!") keep getting tighter and tighter, so I have yet to finish that process, and driving into work in the Spitfire when it's this far below freezing is a daunting idea. So is cycling through ankle-deep piles of ice and slush.

Here's an interesting, unexpected consequence: as I was leaving, our silicon design manager walked by, wearing a huge puffy coat and a big knitted cap and snow pants. I was all "...are you riding home?" because he often commutes by bike, and he said "no, I'm driving" and I was all "you look like you're about to go skiing" and he laughed and said "I have an electric car, and using the heater reduces its range."
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As I was leaving work, this Pretty Good Horned Owl buzzed me, and then settled into a tree. I'm sorry I don't have a better camera in the car.
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How old are you?
51. I have to do the math repeatedly because somehow I don't believe that number.

Tattoos?
Not on purpose. But if the criterion is organic material injected deeply enough into the skin to leave a permanent mark, then yes. I did it through an explosive rather than a needle. I recommend against that.

Ever hit a deer?
I hit an elk once. It went 'oof'. I did too. It and its comrades kindly refrained from goring me while I was getting back up and on my bicycle.

Ridden in an ambulance?
Does a flight for life count? How about if I don't remember it?

Sang karaoke?
Not officially.

Ice skated?
I mostly would skate over to where the really dangerous holes in the ice were and poke around there until some adult yelled at me.

Ridden a motorcycle?
I've had a motorcycle endorsement on my driver's license since 1987, which was the last time I rode a motorcycle, alas.

Stayed in hospital?
I only found out about four years ago how long I was in the hospital after the big car crash. I had lived for a decade thinking it was only three or four days.

Skipped school?
Oodles.

Last phone call?
State Farm and I are having a long discussion over how my house is insured, because I want it insured for its present value, not its purchase value, in case it falls in the swamp and burns down, which seems increasingly likely.

Last text from?
A pokemon go friend who desperately wants to have lunch so we can trade pokemon.

Watched someone die?
No.

Pepsi or Coke?
Coke, specifically diet coke that uses Splenda. The molecular structure of Splenda makes chemists wince, but I've read a _lot_ about sweeteners.

Favorite pie?
Almost any. I wasn't big on the lucky charms pie my friend made, but that's about it.

Favorite pizza?
Blue Pan, Highlands district of Denver.

Favorite season?
I'm torn between June 21 (the longest day of the year) and August 10 (the hottest). In there somewhere.

Broken bones?
Jaw, collarbone, pelvis, femur, scapula, humerus, are the ones I have not broken. I remember being in the hospital, and the doctor showing me the x-ray of my torso and saying "I can't find a rib that isn't broken in multiple places." The time they had to bolt my tibia back together hurt the worst, but the broken metatarsil was the grossest.

Received a ticket?
I consider it a gold star year when I don't get a ticket. 2018 was a gold star year. 2014 was the previous one.

Favorite color?
Cobalt blue, more specifically RAL #58.

Sunset or sunrise?
I would stay up to sunrise on a regular basis if I had a different job.
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Friday evening I stopped by [personal profile] altamira16's house to meet Trish Zornio, who is running (along with a sea of others) to unseat Cory Gardner as one of our state senators. Trish is 36, has a PhD in neurobiology, teaches at CU, and is ferociously smart. She has an aggressive agenda, focused on science- and evidence-based policies, particularly concentrating on environmental and inequality issues.
Here she is, sitting under a LEGO Saturn V model, talking.
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Sunset for [personal profile] elusis:
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I posted a video of this on youtube, because there was a ferocious wind so the clouds were scudding across the sky.


Subaru says THIS IS SO A PARKING SPOT.
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Buddha's Hand is in stock at H-Mart.
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Every year for like fifteen years, my family has, for christmas, traded gift cards to a big local independent gift store, and then shortly after christmas, we all go, buy a bunch of books, go out to brunch afterwards, and show off our books and talk about why we got them, and make promises to share them when we're done reading them. Those promises often go unfulfilled, but oh well.
We had lunch this year in the restaurant that's adjacent to the bookstore, in what was the lobby of the old theater. We bought heavily off the a la carte menu, including two orders of compassion for a better world, but no orders for hope & a hug, because my family doesn't hug.
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I have a house problem. The lower story of the house is concrete. More specifically, the garage is concrete: floor, walls, and ceiling. The ceiling slab was poured too thin, so water can migrate through the concrete to the rebar, rusting it, and as the rust swells the concrete breaks loose.
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When I first noticed this, I started calling places that advertised concrete repair.
There are three types of concrete repair people locally: people who fix broken sidewalks, people who fix broken retaining walls and landscaping, and people who fix broken foundations. None of them have a clue how to deal with this, so I suspect I need to call a place that does old house restoration, and get them to find a subcontractor who does this.
My guess is they need to cut out the rebar, drill in a whole bunch of new holes and place rebar studs in those holes, then repour the middle part of this about 2" thicker, extending down into where the framing for the garage door is. I think there's plenty of room for that. Then I need to keep the concrete sealed so water can't get in.
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I'm still coughing but I no longer sound like I have tuberculosis, so there's that.
Today I got up and drove through a blizzard to get a cracked filling replaced by a crown. My dentist is extremely quiet unless I start talking about cars, and then he lights right up.
I now have a very delicate temporary crown.

Work is the same as it has been. Once my profit sharing bonus is actually deposited in my bank account, in two weeks, I'm going to start actively looking for another job. I love my coworkers. There have been times where I enjoyed my job itself. But I'm really frustrated with my manager. Our division manager just got rid of the other objectionable manager, and it's possible if I waited long enough he'd do the same here.

My old car is going away as soon as I call a donation place, during work hours, with the title in front of me, a concatenation of events that I have not yet managed to coordinate. Tomorrow morning!

I was looking at Obama's book list and seeing a bunch of very interesting-looking books, so: "Why Liberalism Failed" by Patrick Deenan.
I have to start out with some explanation. He feels that there were three major political experiments of the 1800s and 1900's: liberalism, fascism, and socialism. He also feels the latter two definitively failed, and he feels the first one is now failing. So when he says liberalism, think representative democracy with an emphasis on personal freedom.
And, really, I think he has a love/hate relationship with personal freedom. He seems to be very big on tradition and values and thinks that a culture where people can just, well, decide what gender they find attractive or what gender they are, is Way Too Free and the doorway to ruin. I don't feel that he acknowledges that the traditions and values he thinks are so amazing, are arbitrary constructs that he likes, and a lot of the stuff that makes him feel our society is falling apart aren't actually decisions but realizations.
Some of his critique of late-stage capitalism is good, and relevant. But it's hard to dig out when it's so deeply embedded in a rejection of anything other than nostalgia for a time when everyone was a white anglo saxon protestant, or at least everyone worth mentioning.

So, onto something a lot more fun: "the curious incident of the dog in the night time" by mark haddon. (The original is all in lower case too.)
This was somewhat wrenching to read. It's excellent. The conceit of the innocent kid, who in telling a simple story, conveys a vastly more complex story to the reader, is an old one. This has more than a touch of To Kill A Mockingbird. But it's sophisticated and hard-edged, with no hint of sentimentality. I felt just terrible for every person in the entire book and what they went through.
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This afternoon I went to the funeral of my friend John Beach, who was my dad's age. He considered my dad his best friend, and I spent a huge amount of time with his kids.
Things that are interesting about John Beach:
At one time he had more LEGO bricks than anyone else in the United States, before or probably since.
He married his sister.
He and my dad got in a bike race from San Diego, California, to Saint Augustine, Florida.

John moved to Colorado to be the plant manager for Sampsonite, the company best known for making luggage in the 1960's. He was an expert at plastic injection molding, and streamlined operations at their plant so much they were idle half the time, so he somehow convinced LEGO to set up a franchise operation where they'd make LEGO bricks at a plant in rural Colorado, and he made millions of bricks. He brought home floor sweepings, and his kids had so many bricks they could make model houses big enough to crawl into.
His first wife, Barb, was almost like my aunt: she came over a lot and I spent a lot of time at their house. She was tiny and delicate and funny. They were out riding a tandem bicycle and had an accident, and she fell and broke her wrist and ankle, so she couldn't use crutches but was stuck in a wheelchair. I remember pushing her around when I was in my early teens, and brushing her hair because she was not dextrous with her left arm.
She retired, and two weeks later started coughing uncontrollably, and they found out she had cancer metastasized through her whole body. She died maybe five weeks later.
When John was in his late teens, his mother died, and his father married a woman who had a bunch of teenage kids, and they all became friends, several ended up going to college together, and they spent lots of time together as adults. After Barbara died, he was helping one of his sisters-by-marriage with taxes and stuff, and they moved in together, and married. He was proud of having married his sister.
About ten years later, she had a massive stroke while driving, and died immediately, and that shook him. He decided he needed to start doing more things sooner, because he might just drop dead or be full of cancer. So he decided to ride across the US on his bike. He immediately called up Dad and asked if Dad wanted to go. But it was an expensive supported ride, and besides they were only doing 80 miles a day. Every day. For three months. Dad was all I want to do this on the cheap and I want to do 140 miles a day. Every day. For two months. (My dad was nuts.)
So he gave John a month head start, and they reconvened in Louisiana and kinda rode the rest of it together.

I liked that instead of something gross like an open casket, instead, on the dais, they had all his bicycles, some vintage 1971 LEGO bricks, and some cross country skis.
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I got in the new-to-me car and drove half a block and the oil light came on. Sure enough, it's out of oil. It got a refill/oil change two weeks ago. Oil is not leaking out the bottom, so there's an internal seal that's failed, likely a head gasket.
I took the old car over to the DMV to deal with my expired license. The website says if your license is expired you need to bring alternate ID and an ophthalmologist report on your eyes. They were all "oh, you don't need any of that." From the time I walked in to the time I walked out with a new license was 8 minutes. However, they couldn't do registration, just licenses. So I went to DMV 2, who do new registrations. That one took ten minutes, and my new oil-sucking car was registered.
So then I drove the old car to the emissions testing facility because a passing emissions test is required to sell it. Usually it takes ten minutes. My car took 50 minutes. That's because it failed every single test and they kept retesting it to see if they could get it to pass.
Which totally overlapped my dentist appointment, so I had to reschedule that.
Now I'm off to a funeral of a friend (father of childhood friends) who died of Parkinson's.
Oh, on coming back home I found Monty had eaten one of [personal profile] threemeninaboat's hat, so I yelled and now she's hiding.
and it's only noon.
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I am still coughing like I have tuberculosis, but have less (not zero) fever.
My manager is still behaving in a manner that has coworkers texting me at 10PM saying "this is stupid and I'm unhappy with this job."
As a result, I don't have a lot of uplifting stuff to say.
I did go for a bike ride on Thursday. I coughed more while riding, but less afterwards.
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I dreamed I was helping my parents clean out their basement and found an entire room, a spare garage, I didn't know they had, and found they had a Cessna 206 sitting in the garage. They were all "oh, yeah, we forgot about that. We're going to get rid of it because we never use it" and I was all AAAAAAAAAIEEEEEE!
Then I dreamed a well-known-on-another-social-network person, who has never interacted with me at all, started calling me up because she heard I could fix cracked screens on expensive cellphones and she was desperate to get hers fixed, and I was all I totally cannot do that.
Both of which are improvements on the fever dreams that preceded them.
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I went back to work today.
At about 14:00 I came to the conclusion that I really only had about 6 hours of work in me for the day.
But I did get a bunch of stuff done. I scared all my coworkers with my coughing, for one. That was nice: people didn't ask me a lot of questions and generally stayed away.
That gave me uninterrupted time that I needed to write the beginnings of a graphical analysis package for waveforms I'm acquiring off the oscilloscope. We already have similar packages, but they don't do what I need, a mixed-signal problem where I have to interpret serial digital data and use that to decide where to look at analog waveform features.
It's complicated, and probably a big chunk of why I only had six hours of work in me today. I'd already written the outline of it last night, but getting it working with actual data was tricky.
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Update two:
I put my clothes away, hauled a fist-sized glob of hairy solids out of the shower drain, and am about done.
BUT! The mechanic called about my car.
All the previous cars I've worked on, the oil light on the dash is an oil pressure light. If the engine is on and the pressure is low, the light's on.
On this newer model of subaru, the oil light is not an oil pressure light. It's an oil system alarm light. So if the pressure goes low, even if it is refilled, the light stays on. If the oil level is too high, the light turns on. If the system thinks you're in need of replacing the oil filter, the oil light turns on. And it stays on until you get into the communication bus and clear the alarm.
Which is good to know.
This doesn't answer why the car was low enough on oil to trigger the original fault. They don't see any reason for it to lose oil. So, now that it's full, I have to rigorously check the oil level and characterize loss rate, which I can do.
I think I'm going to buy one of those obdII-bluetooth modules so I can separately monitor the oil pressure.
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