My plan to do a rough, hacked-together set of scripts to make something that looked like my planned Hippo project this weekend didn’t work out - I ended up trying to write the real thing instead. It doesn’t do anything useful yet, but it does do it properly.
I’ve also been getting up early every day for weeks, getting in to work early, leaving work as soon as I can, doing housework immediately, watching the Simpsons, not dressing quite as scruffily as usual, drinking lots of Yogi Tea, eating more chocolate, reading more. I don’t really know why - despite my colleagues’ theories, I’m neither attending job interviews yet or having/planning an affair.
It could be a virus I suppose. I think I like it.