Notes for August 9–16

This was a different week, partly because we decided to watch the eclipse from a Spanish beachfront and partly because I actually read three books. There is an entire sub-thread around my back and neck aching worse than ever and my sleep patterns looking like a game of Splatoon that I will spare my readership, though. I do think that this week’s Economist completely nailed the holiday feeling since I nearly drafted an existential rant about considering retiring to Spain for tax purposes, but as the article says, a lot of holiday musings don’t really stand the test of time–something I’m not going to take for granted. But hey, Tailscale worked (hotel Wi-Fi seems to be mostly a solved problem by now, even if I still chuckle at WISPr portals), none of my home machines overheated while we were gone, and although the week was a dismal failure in terms of writing, I managed to, at least for a few hours, completely forget about work and actually enjoy myself. But I really wish I didn’t have…