Wake up and smell the ashes
Wake up Mr Freeman, wake up and smell the ashes. It feels a little bit like that. Honestly, I’m hoping its anywhere in the vicinity of that. I mentioned in the last post that I’d like to get something small out the door, to work on a project roughly the size of Hoplite. Well, its been a good eight months since then and I’ve not got a lot to show for it. We’re going through the first six months of daycareitis (that actually lasts 18-360 months) again and my ability to stay conscious is absolutely thrashed. On a good day I might get four to five hours work time, but more often than not I’m daycare-away-from-daycare. ...