Safety pins

Yesterday I collected some data on the new incremental meta update, resolved some confusion on which Automation step we should be paying attention to, deployed and ran backfill for the new surveys indicators, and soft-launched the hhs hospitalizations indicator after a bunch of false starts. I had therapy, which was primarily about the relief of having people who give a shit in the White House instead of taking one, and the growing exhaustion of working this hard for this long and cross-checking my plan for cutting back after the end of the fellowship. I love my job, but it definitely has some mildly addictive qualities that make it both hard to stop at the end of the day and reluctant to start up again at the end of a weekend.

At lunch P showed me how to use the rowing machine, and it is a delightful experience. I’m probably both starved of exercise and of watery environments.

Dinner, crossword, SG-1, snack, sleep. Dreamt of Brass Menagerie and some kind of horrible patriarchal misogynistic racist historical reenactment, and making fancy coffee drinks with A.