Mom's tough. It's a weird sort of toughness that I only recently fully grasped, because it's masked by this sunny "everything's going to be all right" disposition that could be mistaken for a persistent state of denial. But she's fine now. I mean, she's got a steel ball where the head of her femur used to be, and walking is still exquisitely painful, but she's really quite fine. The physical therapist said she'll be able to walk without a walker or even a cane.cycling
Rambled long yesterday, out along the river with no particular destination in mind, just to be away from anyone I had to talk to about anything remotely important. Hooked up with a couple of speedsters for a while in a nice little train, but mostly I was solitary. It was cold and the trails were empty and aside for the inevitable frozen feet it was a delightful ride.perl
So delightful that I rode outdoors again this morning, never mind the looming snowstorm.
So there's this great quote attributed to Jamie Zawinski:Some people, when confronted with a problem, think ``I know, I'll use regular expressions.'' Now they have two problems.Substitute "perl" for "regular expressions" and you'll understand why I was thinking about that Saturday and Sunday while I wrestled perl temporarily to the ground. My problem was to create a reasonably comprehensive listing of "all the documentation in GNOME". (I'll leave the definitional problem to others, and simply say that I defined it as "all the documentation in the directory where I keep my GNOME cvs stuff".) Going through by hand seemed somehow wrong, so I tarted up a bit of perl to prowl the tree looking for things that looked like docs (and their accompanying omf files). I am totally ass at this sort of thing, so it took me far too long and was a thoroughly delightful experience.