I was on two Boeing 787 flights and made it back to type about it. No problems. However, I have to admit I was irrationally nervous since all the whistleblower reports on the 787 came out as I was checking in for the second, a 10 hour direct journey.

So I got that going for me, which is nice.

I’ll need to learn to swim better than a dead fish, but yes, I should look into doing this.

A long long time ago I had two serious knee injuries on the same knee. They warned me after injury and surgery 2 that the day would come when running just would became impossible and I should do everything I could to keep my muscles and health good. I was a runner my whole life, the injuries were not running related, but I could go on a 10 mile run like it was nothing and was pushing 60 miles a week for most of my adult life.

I started noticing some pain issues and swelling and had to stop running cold turkey two years ago. I got some training and hired an expert to craft a program to support my leg. Personal best in squats and deadlifts, it was incredible, looked and felt great for two years. But then, just like that, I went down on one knee to do a pallof press and HOLY MOTHER OF ALL THE GODS OLD AND NEW the pain.

I lost what remained of the cartilage. The muscle atrophy as I’ve gone through the systems to get a treatment plan and learn what’s going on has been brutal. I’m looking at major life changes to hold onto the knee until I’m old enough to warrant one replacement I can die with. And it absolutely devastated me. I drove home and saw a jogger and just got so insanely depressed. I want to go and start doing the exercises I know can help me regain some strength, and support that joint, but I also know an f’up will make it way worse. So I wait for PT and am just getting depressed AF.

It’s only Monday and I’m already falling asleep from exhaustion. Must. Turn. This. Week. Around!

First. Thanks for your kind words! Needed that.

Second, I think I’ll own it and do a “so you watched me break stuff live, let’s debug so I can show you how I go about it”

Had a rough lecture the other day and the imposter syndrome smacked me hard. I was teaching students in a skills lab, a sort of optional space where if they are struggling they can join me and learn basic items their prior courses didn’t prepare them for. For context, a budgeting class where they never opened a spreadsheet before.

So I walk them through the basics, how to use formulas and functions, simple stuff like SUM and using conditional formatting to make negatives red. I must have clicked it typed something and missed it and f’ed the last 10 minutes. Pie charts broke. Wouldn’t filter or sort my data by color. Man. It was a cluster fuck.

I woke up this morning, huge headache, and realized I’m just damn tired and drained. And it’s resulting in cracks in how effective I can be in the classroom. Really need this term to end, I’ve got too many classes and too many students to teach in top of my own research, family balance, etc.

“Everything is awesome! Everything is cool when you’re” checks notes “Drinking really nice scotch!”

That was brilliant.

This week is rough. We’re in midterms and everyone around is just in pain. Physical. Mental. I’ve been putting in 12 hour days trying to send feedback (I’m in the un-grading camp, which can be pain with a lot of students) prepare lectures, cover every imaginable student related problem, and it’s overwhelming.

It’s here where I really see where my class falls. Did I effectively get information across in a meaningful way? Yes. Are there a few students who are beyond helping? Always, and that pains me. You can do everything from outreach, to contacting student help offices, and they still miss assignments and stay on their phone during class. It’s 20-30k a year. Gone. And it hurts me that I can’t do more for them. The students who care are amazing and do incredible work. But knowing how much is at stake here, debt, knowledge, future, and how lucky they all are to have this opportunity…totally wasted. Hits hard every semester.

Ah yes Taxes. The things I don’t mind paying but wish the rich kids would pay too. :-(

Hang, in, there. I can’t understand nor relate to your situation, but you’ll find with time and reflection that things, did in fact, stabilize. Just know there are people that care about you and that you generate meaning and joy for people in your life.

Woke up. Got out of bed. Dragged a comb across my head…saw water damage in a room. Had a cup, noting I’d be late chugga chug chug Saw a pipe spraying water out my wall.

So I got that going for me, which is nice.

Otherwise, not too shabby. Thanks for sharing everyone and hope you have a good week this week. Remember, even when shit hits the fan there are still people that care about you. Even digital strangers with water shooting out of places water should not shoot from.

Thanks to all of you for posting this week. You’re wonderful for sharing and I’m very thankful.

Zero. Influencer has a negative connotation to me. I associate it with shock media, cringe, and self-centered hubris. At best it’s a production, meant to create a persona and a market around that.

I don’t want to be influenced, I want to experience art, story, kindness, food, the world all more holistically than through a screen.

Could nation-states just, for a day, not bomb one another? Houthis hit ships. Ships hit back. Iran hits…seemingly anyone nearby? Pakistan says, “Hold my Lassi” and lobs a few rockets back. Could we maybe, just take a deep breath, and chill?

Anyways, found out I got a hole in my knee meniscus exposing bone. I guess if we keep escalating these little tit-for-tat attacks I won’t have to worry about it for too long.

Being mindful of hijacking the top commenters concerns, I need to hop on a filtering bandwagon, as I don’t want a front page that looks like r/all. Way better here, don’t get me wrong, but does Memmy help you curate your experience?

I am tired. Very tired. That is all. -Update I slept for 10 hours, like a log. My body was really telling to tell me I needed some rest.

I’m neutral, thanks for asking. Struggling between a heavy workload and leaping over my last university hurdle. The start of a new year is always a challenge, but one step at a time.

More immediately no one sick, hurt, dying, or dead. So I got that going for me, which is nice.

Coffee? CHECK. Baked bread? CHECK. Not dead? CHECK.

Off to a good start.