Dec. 31st, 2019

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The last minutes begin to count down for 2019. I've spent the past few days at home, and will be doing so tonight in the fine company of [livejournal.com profile] caseopaya and with Mac the cat. I've downed some nice French champagnesparking white, made a delicious dinner, and when the clock strikes midnight I'll have a glass of armagnac, which I haven't touched in almost two years. I don't mind spending time at home; I like my home, both the physical building itself and contents, and the surrounding landscape of Willmere estate. Plus, there has been a couple of days where it has been unbearably hot; up to 44 degrees C (112 F, for those who use the old language). I remember in my adolescence in Perth people remarking that Melbourne "was a nice place, but it's too bloody cold!". I bet they don't say that anymore; Australia, is on fire.

In the next few days, as is my wont, I'll compose a reflective piece on the past year and make a few tentative predictions of my plans for the coming year. Such plans are ambit at best and I do set myself far too many tasks. One of which this year was completing the supplement for Papers & Paychecks, Cow-Orkers in the Scary Devil Monastery. I planned to have that finished in 2018; instead, I finally finished it to satisfaction today, sent to the printers, sent out PDF copies to the backers, and put it up for online purchasing on drivethrurpg.com; so that's at least one objective complete. For what remained of the day, I started working on getting a print copy of Supercomputing with Linux organised. So, I have been pretty busy, even a little manic really. I've realised that I've been skipping meals, and have lost a couple of kilogrammes as a result.

But it has been a good year; an excellent year even, at least from my personal experience. It's even been an excellent decade, again from my own experience. But I know this is not usual. Technology is keeping our society afloat at the moment, as there's an increasing disparity between the well-off (of which I must count myself these days), and those who are less fortunate. I can look over the numbers, and I can see the ignorant appeal of the dangerous and extreme nationalisms. Let's hope that in 2020 that we can reverse that.

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