Penny’s had her Spring Shearing and is bounding around like a 2 year old again

Last week I took her to the beach on a day off. She really enjoyed some hole-digging, though I followed behind filling them back in again. She also brought a lot of the sand back home and shed it onto – and now inside – my bed, so it feels like I’m sleeping between sheets of sandpaper. Nice.

Another year another job hunt. “That’s a surprise!” said nobody that knows me and my drawerful of leaving cards…

After 10 months of faking it as a Team Lead I decided it’s not what makes me happy and took the leap back into the job market, bad as it still is. Management roles, especially in a smaller organization, are a constant struggle to keep on top of the switching and need to make micro-decisions, handle the stress of demands from above while trying to keep your team happy, and — for me in particular — the frustration of having to delegate all the interesting hands-on engineering work because you don’t have the time or energy to focus on something for more than 5 minutes.

I also really really REALLY don’t like DevOps. If that becomes the norm across all organization’s IT departments I’ll be switching careers for the last few years until I can afford to retire.

Thankfully I was able to secure an engineering contract during my notice period that is much more in line with my skills and experience so I wasn’t in the difficult position of having to post those “Open To Work” articles on LinkedIn fishing for opportunities.

I’ve just started the new role, which even though it’s not that hands-on either, will hopefully give me a project to contribute to for the next few months.

It took a bloody age to prove and didn’t get into the oven until 9pm Sunday but it does actually look like a loaf!

Tonight will be the taste test.

So it turns out the concert wasn’t just a farewell, it was a Living Wake. Sad for his family but it was kind of a rock and roll way to go and he got to appreciated his legacy before he went.

Couldn’t resist taking a picture of the mileometer of the new Nissan Note as it rolled over to 100k! Sad I know!

Last week The Duchess and I booked Penny in with her favourite dogsitter and headed Oop North on a Monday to Friday trip away. Here’s a brief summary

• Monday:
  • Nice steady drive up from Welly to Rotorua via the Desert Road, lots of tunes, stops to take in a Dutch themed village with windmill and a Maccers break, only marred by a wagtail flying into our grill at 100kmph.
  • Lovely steak on Eat Street then decent night’s kip at the Novotel in Rotorua
• Tuesday:
  • Fairly disappointing fry-up at the hotel (chicken sausages and undercooked bacon, no beans or mushroom, poor for a hotel chain).
  • Brief walk around the city center, highlight being a wander round a historic hotel.
  • The Duchess had had enough of the rotten egg smell, so we checked out early and drove over to Hamilton, deciding not to bother with the thermal pools or trip to Hobbiton.
  • Checked into self-contained apartment at the back of a rather posh house in a horsey area of Hamilton called Tamahere. Fecking freezing, wrapped up warm until the heaters finally kicked in. Owner’s boxer dog didn’t like us and kept coming to tell us in no uncertain terms every 30 minutes. Discovered a channel on the TV that plays nothing but Pointless which is pretty much all I watched while there.
  • Drove into Hamilton in the evening to meet up with our South African ex-neighbours, the daughter having had a nasty accident and breaking her foot.
• Wednesday:
  • Back into Hamilton, dropped The Duchess off in East Hamilton to enjoy a long natter with her friend while I nipped into Hamilton CBD to have a wander round and check out the bookshops, though turned out to be just the one.
  • Rested back at the apartment, more abuse from boxer dog drowned out by episodes of Pointless and a heat pump on full power.
  • Drove to North Hamilton to catch up with old friends that had moved away from Upper Hutt before Covid, really enjoyable natter over a Thai meal. The fact the husband is looking more like Shaun Johnson as he ages was welcome news to The Duchess.
• Thursday:
  • Original plan was to drive on to Taupo and stay another night, but by this point we felt like we’d had a break and were longing for our beds, not to mention Fluffy.
  • We checked out of the apartment, much to the relief of the boxer dog, and headed back down South to Wellington.
  • Midway round Lake Taupo had a call of nature that couldn’t be ignored and made a cheeky pitstop at a camping ground to use their toilet, given I wouldn’t have been able to hold it in until the next public loo. Mid-flow interrupted by loud banging on cubicle door and angry woman ranting – thankfully calmed down by The Duchess before I zipped up who explained it was a medical condition. Yeah, it’s called getting old.
• Friday:
  • Took a day trip up the coast to do some birthday present shopping with The Duchess, do a bit of Op Shopping and generally enjoy the last day of freedom.
  • Picked up fluffy from the dog sitters and got back to normal.

I’ve been gifted a little pot of sourdough starter by my boss, from his family culture that is already 16 years old (which is a good age, though we we were told of one in San Francisco that was 150 years old!)

We are now going to feed and care for it until it grows enough to start making our own bread.

The (literally) tiresome ongoing fatigue and brain fog is getting worse, to the point where I am now having to regularly take sick leave and retire to bed for a nap during the day to recharge the batteries.

Trying to stay on top of some major technical projects is difficult enough without having meetings where you can’t take anything in.

It doesn’t help when the GPs just put it down to age and tell you to take a nap. Thanks for that!

Having tried various supplements and treatments with no success I’m now trying something a bit left-field with the Nicotine Patch Protocol.

It has been suggested as a way to help fight some of the symptoms of Long COVID, ME and Chronic Fatigue Syndrome with about half those trying it seeing improved energy and clearing the brain fog, so I am giving it a try.

Felt a bit strange as a non-smoker going to the chemist to get patches on prescription and having to wean myself ON them! I’ve done a couple of days with half a patch to get used to it and despite some sickness the first morning I haven’t felt too bad so far so am now heading into a week of full patch hoping it makes a difference. Fingers crossed!

It’s the time of year when you struggle to locate some of the canine landmines laid in the park thanks to the leaves and mud. Can you spot the poo in this picture?

Couldn’t resist paying to listen back to the final ever Black Sabbath gig that happened yesterday in the UK.

9 hours of who’s who of heavy metal all paying tribute to the band that invented the genre; supergroups, drum-offs and all from the comfort of my desk.

Have turned the volume up to 11 on my headphones and ready for the inevitable tinnitus tomorrow.

For those about to rock on demand we salute  you!