… does such intriguing things to one’s abilities. We’ve been working 10-11 hour days this week trying to get to a milestone. Yesterday evening, I heard somebody try to describe a bug. Instead of “when you fill in values in this property inspector”, he came out with “when you… do this… you know… put the … numbers in the… boxes”. It took me five tries to type the command to grab the current source code on my Mac. It was “p4 snyc”, “p4 xyn”, “p4s ync\”, and so on until I tried squinting and using only two fingers (“p” “4” “space” “s” “y” “n” “c” “enter”). Shortly after that, I got up out of my chair and walked into my cubicle wall. I don’t mean that I clipped it a bit with my shoulder as I walked out. I body checked it, hard enough to make me spin around and stumble. (Fortunately, nobody saw this.) And conversations around the office have gotten increasingly odd, as nobody is really alert enough to follow what anyone else is saying. They’re really not so much conversations as sets of non sequiturs.

Looking forward to catching up on some non-thinking down time this weekend. I’m too old to do this much thinking per day.