Gt up at 6:30 and took Dillon to daycare. Went back to bed. Started work fairly on time. Still tweaking that video player. By god does MP4 decoding eat up vast amounts of memory. Got a mail from Dr Ramsey, my medical certificate is on it’s way. Got an email from the rental company, the hire car is now sorted.
While working I had my scanner on, tuned into a 70cm repeater. This is because I need to take a telephony exam so thought I’d get into the swing of it again. It’s mainly a quiet channel, but every now and then Mr Dull pops up and then another Mr Dull answers. The first Mr Dull is sat somewhere on the M5 where he’s going to Taunton to change a toner cartridge, the other Mr Dull then answers with the fact he can’t get his tablet to read his email. And I thought diagnosing my mothers technical problems was fucking tedious. They both then talk about their exceedingly dull lives for a further ten minutes while almost completely ignoring each other. They say amateur radio is full of old farts with nothing better to do than talk about the weather. It isn’t. It’s full of old farts who have nothing better to do than talk about toner cartridges. At least the weather would be current, or even relevant. I look forward to being able to talk to these people again, I’ve had a month without depression and dullness, I’m kind of missing it.
Picked up Dillon. Went to Pump. Gave it all once again. Shoulders actually felt a bit sore from yesterdays cross trainer exploits. Came back and did some more work. Then ate salad and two bags of peanuts. Caught up on yet more television. Now up to mid December.