Alright, it's no longer weirdly pink and gold outside, and the sun is fully up.

We're under a tornado advisory on and off for the rest of the day, which isn't great. but we survived the last one and survivorship bias is real.

One of my old rpi projects is refusing to connect to wifi, apparently, and is running connected to an old CRT so I can't really debug it.

I kicked the morning off by trying to fix it by updating first the wpa_supplicant file on the boot partition, and then the *other* wpa_supplicant file.

Neither of these were successful, which means I started my day with a failure!

Failing first thing in the morning does not feel good.

But sometimes it is good! this was unimportant. I attempted it the way that I attempted it in hopes of an easy win to start the day, but I could have done it several other ways, and I probably should do it one of those other ways if I actually want it to work (but the project itself needs to be redone, and it should get migrated off the pi and on to other hardware in the process.)

Sometime starting the day with something frustrating is a good reminder that progress isn't linear.

I also vaguely threatened a belligerent regular with a large rock.

That's always a weird thing to do first thing in the morning.

I'm at the bookstore today. One of our toilets needs some work. Our usual handyman hasn't been available, and the problem is bad enough that I can't fix it myself, so there's a sign on the door. There has been a sign on the door for a week or two. Our regular handyman should be available one day next week. It's slow season, there are other bathrooms in the building and in town, it's not a big deal.

But one of our regulars who is entirely too comfortable getting personal with and talking shit to our baristas started talking shit about the bathroom not being fixed.

He didn't need to use it, he was just upset that he couldn't.

That escalated to other shit talking. I don't think he means anything by it, he's just that kind of guy, but it pisses off the crew, which means I gotta deal with it.

So I grabbed a rock from the back patio, and I knocked it against the counter loud enough that he turned his head, and I asked him if I was going to have to throw him out (again.)

He laughed at this, which indicates to me that he'd been drinking. He's not usually that flippant with me.

It was like 9:45 AM.

Regardless, he took his drink (which had been ready for at least 10 minutes while he was badgering the baristas) and he left.