I spent the whole day trying to get out of my own way. Results were mixed.

I have my distractions segregated now into a virtual machine running Manjaro over Runbox.

If you barely know what that means, that’s okay. You’re probably better off not knowing, but just possibly my knowing will buy me a little productivity. Not today though. I didn’t walk. I didn’t go out. I never even got the real pants put on.

But I did assemble and eat a giant salad and nothing else. And I got that VM engine purring like a kitten, after many hacked-up hairballs.

It’ll be good. Pretty sure.

It’s early on a Sunday night. Come early Monday morning I start again, and I understand how, and why.

Once again I’ve fought my little world to a draw, and together with remaining above ground, that’s a good day.