Plant metaphors

2025-09-19

Less productive today. I don't like that I let politics in on the last log and will endeavor to avoid that in the future.

At a certain point the low-hanging fruit in creating this garden will be picked. I can feel it now. I have several avenues for things to add, even ideas for the next page to write for most of them, yet I don't feel the urge to write it. Am I going to fast, too soon? Perhaps it is time to prune. Poet, didn't know it.

Seriously though, I originally intended to leave all these up unedited. Something about it felt like challenging my perfectionist tendency. It also had the benefit of getting a bunch of pages written out and giving the illusion of progress early, to help keep me going. Perhaps it's time to change that. Alternatively, I could wait until the end of the month. It wasn't just anti-perfectionism. It's part of my reintegration.

A check-in is also probably in order. I am using less savory corners of the internet less. Reddit still captures my attention, but with less inclination to comment responses to people on it. Rather, I am strongly disposed to feel redditors are not my peers. The level of discussion has been pretty bad for years, but recently it has seemed to completely drop off, shamefully so in that I feel more affinity for LLMs now. Other than that, it's too early to tell if this is having a positive effect on me or not.

I'm also really tired today. All day. I don't know why. It's not like I slept poorly last night, though I did get home at around 11.

It's getting late. Tomorrow I need to get that banking thing settled, get a haircut, call the gardener, sign up for ProtonVPN and probably do more I haven't thought of. I should probably get to bed.