Perhaps I was over-caffeinated.

Perhaps I should have stayed in bed when I awoke near the 2 AM hour.

Perhaps I should not have kicked off that breadmaking session.

Perhaps I ought to get a shop fan.

My intention this morning was to lift weights and then head over to the BRC. In practice, I tried to squeeze in my strength routine between dough rises and I already see that my bake time drives right through my gym time. What ultimately torpedoed me is the thickness of summer in a garage coupled with the ramp down of the superset & bread forming combo and my failure to fire the engine up again.

I tried to go back. I did. But, I just felt...green. Unmotivated. Wondering why I was doing this? In a pursuit that requires so much determination, what is its payoff? While this is farcical, a part of me totally buys into this argument:

It's a new year! Fiscal year? Eh...well, I got a few more days on hand before I level up and hit 45. In application, this is all about the 2023 New Year's Resolutions—yeah, those things that nobody has paid half-a-mind toward since February. I pulled it back from "Destinations." Don't get me wrong, I like the nautical theme. Pairs nicely with The Expeditions. But, I've got enough I gotta explain. People know and have expectations of resolutions.

As I lay in bed last night toward what lies ahead and the requirements thereof, I thought 21 resolutions were heavy! I fiddled around with whittling them down, but shoved that off for the next morning to resolve. I woke up and really loved the idea of all 21. MAYBE I might switch out "Custom & Salvage Computing" because I don't want to invest TOO much cash in that. That said, I like it conceptually because to me, it is no different than restoring a classic car. And when it comes to custom rigs...the sky is the limit.

While they ought to go largely unnoticed, I cobbled together a few updates for this website. I am removing my dependence on FontAwesome icons and Google Charts. This came to me during the recent power outage and Internet outage. As I would run my site locally and see how it was hanging, I decided to remove the calls to external API/JS. Honestly, I prefer just using a system font stack but when I get creative, I will just host it myself.

Drawbacks? No cute icons? Meh: ASCII and emotions are overkill. No generated charts? Meh: I'll do it local and take a screenshot. Honestly, I probably could host it all on my server, but I miss the days when this site was far simpler—no "one-off" things.

And I decided to rework the nav for a cleaner interface. Who doesn't want a higher signal-to-noise ratio...in everything?

Last morning, as I extended my morning beyond 3 AM kneading together another loaf of bread, YouTube Music gave me a heads up that it had a playlist rendered for me: Spring Recap '23

It is a bit more varied than the adventure that was Winter Recap '23, although I gotta tell ya, with this beard I started on May 15, I'll be joining a band of Dwarves for adventuring through this winter.

I am reminded how this spring did not reflect the promise of winter. Don't get me wrong, there was some good stuff in there—the move and everything. But, it really falls flat from the story I want to tell.

To some extent, the way I set aside my New Year's resolutions list may explain my discontent.

Back in May, I chose to bring to the forefront what I want this year to achieve, like the elusive Yeard, an all-out, societal-dictates-be-damned approach to who I was meant to be. On that day as I did for New Year's Eve, I shaved both face and scalp to begin again. Everything with me is symbolic; I check the mail and it's dripping with subtext. So it was on that day.

I have reworked my New Year's Resolutions: Destination '23 for a July kickoff. I've got my teeth sunk in those, don't I? Or, a Rick Astley fascination!