Eight years on. Still married, now we've got two houses so I'm a landlord, still in the same career, still at the same employer. We're two years into a global pandemic, no end in sight but, you know, I believe in science so I get vaccinated and live my life.
I'm not really doing any writing. I've thought a few times about building an exocortex, but it seems tiring when you're 51 and you just don't want to write code all the time since you do a lot of it at work.
Nowadays, I'm revisiting roleplaying games. I'm planning on getting a new game together. Face-to-face, even, not an online game via Zoom or some other online chat.
The world is strange.
P.S. I love the absolutely ancient memory and hard drives the graphics are based on. I mean, I legit scanned a DIMM back in the day to make the menu, as I recall... and I swear that's an old parallel ATA disk up there in the logo.
I feel old.