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Blog Posting: Limits

My post counts have dropped a bit in recent weeks and I decided to address it because it is an easy subject on a day when I can barely string a thought together.

Right now, I'm ill. I came home Thursday and couldn't put a coherent thought together. Friday, I spent the day sleeping through waves of fever. Today, I just woke up and I'm doped up on Dayquill. It is almost eighty(26c) in the house and I have goose bumps and sweatpants on. I'm rather irritated with being ill again. I came back from Fanfest with six weeks of misery and ate my weight in cough drops.

The other reason has simply been that work has been busy and the CSM has been fairly active. I can't write about the CSM in a blow by blow fashion and I've been coming home from work tired or just late.

I work 12 hours a day and I get up at 0500. I try to get to bed or at least be on the way to bed and taking a shower by 2200. Over the last few weeks I've been getting home one to two hours late. That's two hours to make dinner (no one cooks for me), tend my dogs, tend my garden, and try to tend Eve. Thanks to my phone I can participate in talking to CCP during the day on Slack. It is the middle of the night for them when I get home from work.

I am not tired of Eve. I am not tired of the CSM. I am not inactive. I simply have to split my time where it is most useful. That means if its between a discussion on Confluence and a blog post, the discussion on Confluence happens. If it means logging in to be available to talk to people about what is going on I want to do that and give people the attention they deserve. I am spread a bit thin. My in game activities suffer which causes my posts to also suffer. That is the most frustrating curse of the CSM. I have a lot to talk about but I cannot and sometimes I run out of other things to talk about.

Such is discovering limits. This too shall pass. I will be gloriously free of my fevered chills to share with you all my slow, awkward attempts to get TCS stocked and get myself moved. Hint: I'm doing quite poorly at it so far.


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  1. Hope you feel better soon :)

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  2. RL>EVE this is a law of nature.

    As Count Rugan said...

    Prince Humperdinck: [sincerely] Tyrone, you know how much I love watching you work, but I've got my country's 500th anniversary to plan, my wedding to arrange, my wife to murder and Guilder to frame for it; I'm swamped.

    Count Rugen: Get some rest. If you haven't got your health, then you haven't got anything.

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  3. Hire Ripard as a ghost writer?

    But seriously, we hear more from you than the other thirteen put together. Real Life triumphs - other than the game title is it the one unity we all share.

    Get some rest and get well.

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  4. Take care of yourself first SK. Without your health what else is everything worth?
    See you when you can.

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  5. Sleep & be well Sugar.

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  6. if you need any help, let me know :)

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