Tuesday, March 19, 2019

Day off?

The only event I had scheduled for today was a class from 5:30-6 PM. However, I managed to stay pretty busy. I woke up at 3 AM because of allergies and went back to sleep at 5, so I ended up sleeping in until 8:30. I searched for violin cases for a while and decided that I was either going to have to resolve to spend a lot of money (probably at least $200) or look for a used one. Either way, I've decided that I probably won't have the case when I buy the instrument (unless the same shop has one), so I'm not really in a hurry.

After deciding this I played Factorio until 11:30 AM. As of Sunday I've started a new modpack in Factorio called Seablock, where you start on a tiny piece of land and have to build all the factories and landfills basically from water. One of the things that stresses me about Factorio is that usually you have to find ore patches and mine them to get the necessary ingredients for construction. Eventually they run out and you have to tear down your mining setup, find a new patch further away, and set it up again. It's really not so big a deal, but it feels a bit like a Sisyphean labor. I'm hoping that since this modpack doesn't even use ore patches, that particular stress will be alleviated.

I went shopping, played a bit more Factorio, then did the most fun part of moving--reorganizing stuff. After working on it for about 2.5 hours, I ate dinner and went to teach my class. After that I went climbing. I completed B-Red-10, a problem I've been working on for a few weeks and one that has ripped up my pinky skin for two climbing sessions in a row. I didn't manage any other reds, but I did get close on H-Red-19, which is a mostly horizontal problem.

Japanese

None

Programming

None

Health

Cycling: 20 minutes
Climbing: 2 hours

Spiritual

None

Writing

Journal: 25 minutes

Career

None

Housework

Organizing: 2.5 hours

Reading

None

Social

None

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