Tales of a Middle-aged Hacker: Small Steps
3rd December 2016
I don’t know about you, but often when I have to go out of town it’s at the crack of dawn. It’s been that way as long as I can remember. So much so that it doesn’t feel like a legitimate trip unless it’s dark! The other thing that makes a trip official is my husband. He will wait until we are about two miles from the house and then begin his ‘didja’ list. “Didja remember the toothpaste?” “Didja you remember to leave the extra key outside?” Didja, didja, didja until we are too far away for it to matter. It’s all part of the eternal flow of our lives.
A french teacher told me once that you were comfortable with a new language when you had a dream in that language. Today I didn’t dream like a developer, but I packed like one!