Git? Snow? (geek, weather, covid-19)

[elainegrey]

We are currently at the point where if the forecast is inches of snow, we think "maybe we will see a flake or two." As i headed to bed last night, there were fat flakes falling occasionally. I think if a cluster of snow crystals found each other to fall together, they could stay cold enough to hit the ground as snow.

Tonight's prediction is 2" of snow. Yeah, right.

So are the grocery shortages supply chain or snow panic, i wonder.

I read the announcement of a late February pub crawl in my town with a sense of wonder. The Omicron case rates shot up so fast: could they come down fast enough in the next four weeks for a pub crawl to seem not insane?

In other wonders, i wonder if the tech folks among us have a guide to using git they like. I am really fuzzy on the different ways my colleagues use it, and i am wondering if i should be using it in my personal data repository more cleverly. I use Visual Studio as my editor these days (since the mac changed permissioning, and i would have to recompile emacs to run it). Is it easy to bob back and forth between branches? Right now i use it like i used code repositories in the 90s. At least my coding is slightly more sophisticated than my Fortran coding was, but not by much.

(Feeling like a brontosaurus.)

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[amaebi]

Wednesday I was concerned enough about picking up the dairy delivery that I drove to Animal Farm despite the predicted and actualized gradual falling of freezing rain. By the time I was leaving I was pretty sure that I didn't want to try to get up the steep part of the driveway to the mailbox. I tried going across the grass, hoping then that the road would be less slippery for the short distance to the mailbox and OMG WAS IT EVER NOT. So I gave up.

Yesterday I went up to put out the garbage and very full recycling bin. Ha ha! said I to myself, As I go up the still-slippery driveway the bin will be my mobility device! I can use the bin to get to the mailbox and then across the driveway on the road, drop off the bin in its accustomed place and go down the lawn. Alas, on that last steep portion of driveway the bin and I were sliding back downwards. Patience was not conquering it. So I angled the bin to drift to the grass and then went up the grass to the mailbox successfully. The voyage across the top of the driveway on the road was Fraught Indeed, requiring not only patience but a repetitive conversation refusing help from an athletic young woman who was walking her large dog. And then I went down the grass and took the second bin up the grass, awkward though it was.

But our street was the only one I was on yesterday that was hazardous.

I am so glad of the precipitation. No sign of snowdrops yet.