27 Minutes to go before I’m switching time zones again. The studio exists not as a place, but as something else. But, if you lack the discipline, you can just do what Goethe did with his Zauberzirkel , and assign (mental) functions to rooms and spaces, too.
Worked on server, main website , and social wall. Thought of the person browsing my sites. Then thought of the machine browsing my sites. There is an overlap between these two for my website, they are very similar in that way.
It has been a nice Sunday so far. Time to step away from the laptop. Maybe read. Maybe gaze at the clouds some more.
I am glad my websites are each running nicely. One less thing to worry about. In general: stop worrying so much, you are just wasting calories without any growth.
Wrote a short bit of prose, almost a poem about embracing your tree rings, your own age, on my private Facebook account:

Akzeptiere deine Jahresringe. Du bist ein Baum. Wachse. Reguliere das Wetter. Spende Trost und Schatten.

Sunday holds a lot of tension for the coming week, an artefact from a different time in my life. Maybe let this tension go as well?
Maybe just work without tension instead?

Found old works from study. Amazed at how I got any work done with how difficult life was back then. Life is difficult now, too, but different. I think I’ll make myself some tea. Bought myself the kind I wanted, not the kinds for ulterior or utilitarian needs: I am happy with being happy like this.

Will play some games later. Currently enjoying Guilty Gear -Strive-, want to also get back to playing more Dead Cells.

Bought a bunch of DLCs. I was born in 1982.

I am a tree.

Source: My after‑hours blog on Tumblr Code & Canvas