Gareth and I spent a bit of time talking this morning about more Quarto-related bits today. He was ready to start work on my conversion script for my entries, and me…I was just ready to start. In other words, no more pseudocode, no more planning, just dig in somewhere and start coding.
But I can't do that. He's right. The very fact that I'm antsy probably means that I'm not ready to start coding. I do, indeed, have a few more kinks to work out, and admittedly, I don't get to work on the good stuff first anyway. It's all installation and configuration scripts first, before anything else. No fun stuff, not for quite a while.I wish there was something out there that met my needs. If anything came close, it would probably be b2. I was paging through it, and it looked pretty good (far better than anything else I've seen), but at this point I really don't want to run someone else's software. Period.
Somewhere along the way I seem to have crossed some bizarre little threshold. It's not that what I'll write will be better. I can pretty much guarantee that it won't be. But it's pretty much axiomatic by now: if I chose someone else's system for running my site, its limitations (whatever they were) would chafe at me after six months and I'd end up right back where I am now.
Either way, a couple of days away from the [pseudo]code won't hurt me much. It'll give my left hand a chance to heal up a bit.
Today's nasty discovery: sure, the swelling on my left hand is starting to subside, but now that the swelling is going away, I'm starting to understand the extent of the actual injury. The hand's useless for lifting things. Typing, even, tires it out after a little while.
I decided, however, that I was thoroughly pathetic when I opened the bathroom cabinet door to get out the food for the catzillas. Even pulling the little door open made my hand hurt.
So, for now, I'll stick to house chores that don't require lifting. Like kvetching over code, and convincing my kitties that we don't have any reason to make them take tranquilizers again anytime soon. Admittedly, sleepy and staggering kitties were amusing for a little while, but I was awfully glad to have my talky Tenzing and catslut Edmund back to their normal selves today. Made things a little more right with the world.