It's 2014, almost 2015—though on and off this year, I've been sure it was 2015. Something about that number. Next year, I'll probably be second-guessing myself about it just because of how sure I've been at times this year.
I bought a house in Berkeley. Spent a good chunk of the first half of the year fixing it up (with much (MUCH MUCH) help from a friend-electrician who knew housing codes and all around handy-stuffs). Started a new job April 1st.
Haven't written much of anything. Haven't coded much of anything. Haven't...done...much of anything, outside of helping raise Fenris for coming on 21 months. Which is, alternately and sometimes together, mentally and physically exhausting. Wonderful, of course, but I'm used to having "little" projects I can show off, call done, move on. Hoping he'll be a programmer, at least as a hobby, at least to humor his old man, so we have something to do together early on. Meanwhile, I'm going to have to get better at throwing and catching. (I /have/ been learning to juggle for the last couple years, although I haven't gotten past "3 objects").
Socially migrated from Twitter to Facebook, mostly (lots of videos of Fenris). And just a tiny bit more interaction, stuff hangs around longer, more comments... just where things are.
So I'm probably not really here.
