I’m writing my own decoder for multipart/form-data
content, if you’re wondering how my day has worked out.
I’m writing my own decoder for multipart/form-data
content, if you’re wondering how my day has worked out.
The bambina heard a rumor this evening about a kid planning to take a gun to the middle school tomorrow, and a short time later, the school district announced that both the middle school and high school were closed. Highly likely the kid is a victim here; I hope things turn out okay for them.
Watched Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse with Meghan and the kids, after the bambina watched it for English class. We all loved it (again in the bambina’s case).
This afternoon’s kitchen victory: one quart of vanilla extract.
Walked up to get the brake-challenged car from the shop: about 13k steps, 7½ miles, 2¼ hours.
Today’s kitchen victory: Thanksgiving dinner was only an hour late to the table. Everybody brought good food and had a good time.
I’m in the kitchen, chopping carrots and watching the bread dough rise and listening to Meddle; the dude and Billie are in the living room, animatedly talking politics.
Played Magic with my brother and his son on Saturday evening.
Wrote my own UTF-8 decoder, for secret stupid reasons.
Finished a years-overdue project at work this week, quite a relief.
Meghan and I went to Place Pigalle for our anniversary lunch.
Played hooky this afternoon and walked from Northgate to Greenwood and then home: about 19k steps, 9½ miles, 3½ hours.
For the second evening this week, both kids are out with friends, this time for assorted Halloween shenanigans. Meghan: “High schoolers!” Me: “I know! We should have more!”
Got my flu shot.
Finished reading The Vaster Wilds by Lauren Groff. A beautifully-written, incredibly-bleak story of a girl who escapes the famine in colonial Jamestown. What she finds is barely better, and the glow of light and hope at the very end didn’t do much to counter the darkness of the rest of the story.
I’m glad I read this, and I enjoyed it in some ways, and cannot recommend it wholeheartedly, unless you value how well words are put together more than what happens to the book’s only real character.