The Doom That Came To My House

Well, it finally happened.

I got covid.

I have no idea how, but I suppose we're at the point now where it doesn't really matter. It's out there and eventually you'll get it and it's not really as much of a thing as it used to be.

Also, you know, fully vaccinated, so probably not as bad as it would be otherwise.

Covid is definitely a unique experience, in that it doesn't feel like a cold or flu. It has a flavour profile all of its own.

For example, the sore eyeballs were unexpected. And unwelcome.

Anyway, sickness means disease-addled rambling until I get tired and trail off.

For example, while I'm sure there is no good time to get covid, do you know what a really bad time is?

Right in the guts of the brand-new mid-year performance evaluation process at Atlassian. It's a pretty exhausting experience at the best of times, but I can tell you it's a hell of lot worse when your brain is made of mud and you just want to sleep FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.

The good news is that I'm still alive. This is not a scheduled post. Fresh words as of this morning.

And the performance evaluation writeups are done, with a pretty good handle on what the individual ratings should be, having calibrated them against similar examples across the organisation.

I'm pretty tired now.

I feel like rambling a little bit more though, so here we go.

When I get sick I don't want to do anything. I don't feel like playing video games, or reading or anything that requires active use of my brain.

So I usually just watch a bunch of TV.

This time I binge watched the first season of Pantheon, an animated series about digital intelligence.

It's really good.

What's less good is when the imagery and themes come back to haunt your brain in the middle of the night when you can't sleep because covid is keeping your body temperature too high to properly shut-down.

Anyway, that's enough rambling for now.

Time for a nap.