I looked through my vast kitten archives and chose this, for you!

I looked through my vast kitten archives and chose this, for you!

By reporting stress.

Specifically, I wear a Garmin Forerunner 255 running watch. I previously had a Series 5 Apple Watch, and it served me well, but I wanted a tool more attuned to my specific needs as a thrice-weekly runner who occasionally also does long walks and other activities, like treadmill workouts.
The Forerunner has been notably better in several respects:
Because the battery life is so good, I use it for sleep tracking. I’m aware that sleep tracking is a bit dodgy on any smart device and Ray Maker (DC Rainmaker on YouTube) said he thinks they have about 80-85% accuracy, and he uses Garmin watches only to note his start/end times (Duration) for sleep, which it usually does a good job of, then mostly ignores the other things it tracks, namely:
Each category gets assigned a rating. For example, last night my watch said I slept 7 hours and 46 minutes, which is almost exactly what it recommended, so my Duration was rated Excellent. My Deep sleep lasted 48 minutes, which was enough to rate Fair–and so on.
The possible ratings are:
If you get Fair across the board, you’re looking at an average of around 70%, which is…Fair. But if one category ranks Poor, it can drag down your score either a modest amount, or a lot, depending on the category. One such category is Stress.
Last night, my sleep score was reported thus:

The accompanying text read:
Sleep Score 51/100
Poor Quality
Non-restorative
You slept long enough, but not well enough to bring your stress levels down overnight.
Your very stressful day yesterday may have compromised your sleep. You may feel more tired or irritable today.
Here’s where we get to my point and also that 80-85% accuracy figure Ray Maker notes. As you’ll see, my overall sleep was pretty decent–except for stress. It claims I had a “very stressful day.” My day consisted of chores, sundry tasks and the usual stuff. Nothing particularly stressful–or even stressful at all.
There were texts regarding the strata nonsense in late afternoon, which would be a stress point, but I felt pretty mellow in going through them. A few possible mitigating factors:
Still, the previous night reported average (Fair) stress, so there’s no reason to think the above two items would affect my stress score while sleeping. Yet I do not feel the day was stressful. I woke up this morning feeling I had clearly slept better than the previous night–but with a lower score.
And I think of that 80-85% and wonder if my watch is now just kind of freaking out and interpreting everything as STRESS and reflecting it in my stats. The thing is, seeing it always reporting stress is genuinely stressful in itself, especially when I don’t feel I’m being stressed. It’s all very recursive.
I ponder whether to take the watch off at night. I’ll probably leave it on for now, but I will adjust to take the sleep scores with a bigger grain of salt, and adjust upward to giant grain as necessary.
Typing out this post probably affected my stress level, per the Forerunner.
Well, probably not.
But I’m typing this in Linux Mint 22, awaiting the eventual 22.1 release and curious to see if the upgrade blows up my Linux install, and what I’ll do if that happens.
Until that possible outcome, I have to admit, there’s a certain kind of (I hate to use the word) vibe to using Mint. It seems a bit retro, echoing the design of Windows 7, but it also just feels…quieter, somehow. I don’t have to disable notifications, because the system isn’t constantly throwing them at me. Updates are presented quietly in the System Tray and let me choose when to install them. It never tries to sell me anything, there’s no extra clutter, cruft or unwanted apps. The file manager is fast and just works, a feat Windows 11’s File Explorer struggles with lately.
It’s just a nice experience. Game support is much improved, too, good enough that I can get by a lot on Linux alone. The real deficiency is a lack of good graphics programs. There are some decent options, especially if your needs are relatively basic, but nothing to compare to, for example, Affinity Photo. Yes, GIMP exists, but every time I try it, I scream at the interface (in my mind) because it is bad, and it should feel very bad. I won’t put up with that level of jank in this year of the future, 2025.
I also haven’t quite figured out how to make Diarium work on Linux, and the requests for a web or Linux version of the app haven’t moved the developer yet in promising something. It is the only major OS that remains unsupported. Alas.
Overall, though, Linux is looking a lot more viable as a real replacement for Windows. I am looking forward to seeing what 2025 brings. In the meantime, here is an image I made for one of my online pals who is not a fan:

I am healing up!
The abrasion on my left elbow is nearly gone, the scrape on my right knee looks more like a playground boo-boo, and my hands have gone from covered in gauze and tape to regular bandages. The left hand will likely go bandage-free in the next day, with the right to follow not long after.
The left upper thigh has gone from feeling like it was punched by an angry gorilla (repeatedly) to just a bit sore.
The right wrist is still the worst off. While it is much better, there is still a bit of pain when I move it in certain ways, or more specifically, when I am holding something and move it in specific ways. The argument against the bones being sprained/broken are:
I still reserve the right to get an X-ray, but I think the wrist is OK. Probably. Mostly, I know that if I go to the ER to have it checked out, I will be there for long, agonizing hours and that actually seems slightly worse than a bone fracture.
Anyway, I am generally on the mend and feeling much better with a week of recovery behind me, and no more (hopefully) bladder infection. December was a hell month. I am hoping January will at most be a heck month.
My hands, one week later (spoilers again, but they don’t look bad at all):
A year ago, I set up a reminder in TickTick:

I’m late, but there have been complications, documented elsewhere.
And it turns out, the state of AI can be summed up succinctly, list-style (my favourite style):
It’s all stupid, terrible and destroying the environment. I am leaning toward not a major collapse or crash, but one more akin to a slowly-leaking balloon, as companies scale back efforts over the year. There will still be layoffs, of course, because nothing boosts quarterly results like a good round of layoffs.
Out of Time, Into You by Jay Bell
My rating: 2 out of 5 stars
I’m going to keep this brief, and I didn’t rate the book on Goodreads because I don’t want to harsh the author’s mellow there. I am going to harsh it here, though.
It took me a long time to finish this book because a lot of it is dull. Nothing much happens, and while I’m perfectly fine with a story trundling along on mood and atmosphere, here it just never amounts to much.
Reggie Valentine is a gay and apparently sex-crazed 19-year-old Black guy who, messing around with an old stone gate with a friend, suddenly finds himself thrust back in time to 1959. There he meets Daniel Parker, a straight-laced young man deep in the closet, as was the style at the time. They fall in love, have the requisite explicit sex that is mandatory in any romance novel, and the story just putters along, with the realities of 1959 kind of pushed off to the side. About three-quarters into the story, there is finally An Incident™ in the form of a police raid on a secret dance club for queer folk. Reggie gets roughed up and spends a week in jail. Daniel, being the son of a well-connected white doctor, escapes unscathed. This is enough to convince Reggie to try the gate again, with the plan being for him and Daniel to both return to the present (2022, in this case).
NOTE: The “science fiction” part of the story is completely nonsensical, and don’t even try to figure out the time travel/possible timeline stuff.
The story seems to end tragically (spoilers ahead) when Reggie makes it through, but Daniel doesn’t. Reggie reunites with the now 80-something Daniel and the story ends with him somehow convincing Daniel to rekindle their relationship, despite being literally four decades apart in age. We are spared further explicit sex scenes between a 20 and 80-year-old man. I found this kind of gross, especially since Reggie comes across throughout as kind of a creep obsessed with sex. He even tries to convince Old Daniel to get it on by pointing out he won’t be around much longer, anyway. I know it’s supposed to be “true love” but it comes across completely differently to me. Reggie feels more like a Character in a Novel than a believable person, and he’s often unlikeable, despite the author clearly not trying to make him this way.
I kind of regret slogging through this story just to get a weird, gross ending. But I think it cured me of seeking out further gay romance stories, at least ones involving time travel, so there is that.
Cloudy, 4°C, calm.
I’m good with this.
Here are cats celebrating the start of a new year.

Which means going to bed before 11 p.m. Technically, I might still be up reading at midnight, so I might be awake for the calendar to flip from 2024 to 2025, the year in which flying cars and baby machines become reality.
I am surprised as I type this that I haven’t heard any fireworks. Maybe people are just quietly drinking heavily instead.
Happy new year.
UPDATE: It seems one person had a small cache of fireworks, and they set them off precisely at midnight. It lasted less than a minute, so my drinking heavily theory was probably correct.
And that song is “The Things We Do For Love” by 10cc, released as a single late in 1976. It was a big hit in Canada, peaking at #1, and I clearly remember it all over the radio at the time (I was about 13 years old, so just developing my taste–or lack thereof–in music). I found the song to be catchy, but schmaltzy, and declared it worthy of being mocked. I mocked it, with my friends, because we were extremely cool kids in our own minds.
The song resurfaced for me when I watched a few pop songs on YouTube from the late 70s/early 80s, which told the YouTube algorithm that I wanted to watch these videos to the exclusion of everything else, thus my home page became clogged with almost nothing but. One of the songs clogging things up was “The Things We Do For Love” and it made me reassess this now 48-year-old song. And it’s still schmaltzy, and still catchy, but there is more to it, that almost indefinable something that makes it more than just a tidy pop song.
I’m not a music-titian, so I can’t use the proper terminology to describe the things, but as a layperson, it comes down to these:
The only down note (ho ho) is the way it fades at the end, as was the style at the time. It’s not terrible, but it still makes me think, “They didn’t know how to end the song.”
And they actually made a video for it, which is positively quaint. The two main band members appear to have just walked off the street and picked up their instruments, which is a fair bit better than having them wear matching sequinned jumpsuits.
I can’t say the song has made me want to check out the entire 10ccc oeuvre, but I did listen to “Not in Love” later and almost a half century later, I finally learned this is the song featuring the repeated, whispered vocal “Big boys don’t cry, big boys don’t cry”, which my friends and I mercilessly mocked at the time. It still comes across as just kind of weird in 2024, but at least I now know where the weirdness originated.
Anyway, that’s my Song of the Year 2024. I know I’ve heard contemporary music, too, but can’t think of a single song that stuck with me.
Here’s hoping that 2025 will be better than 2024. I mean, maybe aliens will save us. FOR DINNER. Or maybe they’ll save us because they find us worth saving. It could happen.
And if it doesn’t, then maybe 2025 will be better in other ways. I can’t think of them right now, but I am optimistic that they will come to me in time. Presumably before 2025 concludes one year from today.
