the marmot checking in the net

05:54 Thursday, 1 January 2026
Current Wx: Temp: 12.27°F Pressure: 1008hPa Humidity: 74% Wind: 13.44mph
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Popping in here to make sure everything went according to plan, and it appears as though it has. I seem to be on the backside of this thing. Wasn't the worst viral infection I've ever experienced, but it wasn't a walk in the park either.

Most notable, or unusual symptom was cognitive. I had the most bizarre dreams, though I'm not really sure they could be classified as the usual REM-sleep kind of dream. I hardly slept at all.

It was more akin to "lucid" dreaming, where by "lucid," I mean out of my mind. Decidedly unpleasant, though one included my funeral at the Naval Academy with the Pope in attendance, which is just totally weird, and a troubling sign of subconscious delusions of grandeur. (Can delusions be subconscious? Beats me.) Another one was a recurring frustration with a computer program, though I have some idea where that originated. And a third was trying to solve an operational logistics problem with missile launchers, fuel trucks and control stations, solve for the greatest rate of sustained fire. And it was unsolvable because "they" wouldn't give me all the data. (Not that I have an idea how to go about solving such a thing anyway.)

No idea where that came from.

Got a nice note from Noah Valk, thank you.

I'm reluctant to say I'm happy to have 2025 in the rear-view mirror because, let's face it, there ain't that many left up the road. But 2026 will be different than any of the decades past, if for no other reason than we are no longer in Florida, which is a good thing even with winter gales in the mix.

I was thinking about Bodhi early this morning. I often wish I had a dog up here, but I think it might be a bit too much for me now, especially if I get sick or the weather gets weird. Saw a YouTube video of a woman thrown by a storm door caught by gust of wind after she'd opened it. I suppose we could make a fenced-in area for him to go out on his own. I wonder how this wind experience might shape our house plans? Maybe some kind of alcove for the doors? ("Make a note of that, Dave.")

Anyway, the stuff one "thinks" about when one can't do much else.

Still have the cough. Still behind on my sleep. But I can sit at the keyboard, which is more than I could do yesterday or the day before.

So, Happy New Year!

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