Tomorrow is Easter. All the kids are here. Elsa, Jack and Laina are playing Fortnite in the basement. I am happy.

I moved the printer down to the basement today. It seems to be printing ok for the most part but I’m thinking there’s too much vibration on the table it’s on. But I have enough room down there to add the Bamboo X1C, should I decide to get it when I to to St. Louis Friday to pick up Ted.

April 8th is the total solar eclipse. All 7 of us are planning to go to the Centralia/Mount Vernon area to see the totality. Then we’ll go to Busch Stadium to see our first Cards game of the year. The kids and I saw the last eclipse in 2017 and it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Well, now it’s a twice-in-a-lifetime deal. But it was awesome.

Next month is also the next Bitcoin halving, when the rewards for mining Bitcoin get cut in half. This happens about every 4 years and is part of the programming, designed to keep the supply of Bitcoin artificially low. I’m hoping for a big bull run after this!

I’ve been taking Zyrtec and Flonase every day since my ENT appointment, to no change. Fingers crossed that my ears improve here soon though.

We’re going out about every day now to see either Elsa or Emma in track, or to see Jack in the quiz bowl. Busy times…

I gave up reading my audiobook “Weapons of Math Destruction” because it’s just too depressing. There are so many ways that our lives can get screwed over by corporate algorithms. I mean, I’m glad I started the book, and I got about 3/4 of the way through it, but life is too short to be that depressed. Also it goes back to my deeper philosophical debate about the Relative vs the Absolute. Like the debate about White Privilege; someone from a poor country could make the case that I absolutely benefit from being White/Male/American/Straight/Middle-Class. But to me myself, it’s all relative. My baseline is my parents and how well they lived and what their standard of living was like. I’m trying to be better off than they were. So that’s my bar, my standard. To a poor person in a third-world country it would seem as though the worldwide bar is low, and I’ve already leaped (lept?) waaaaaay over just by benefit of how and where I was born. But everyone has they’re own relative struggles in life and their own relative battles, regardless of what it looks like to outsiders. I have to ponder more about this. I think I’m own to something.