Biscuitville grilled chx egg + chz / eng muffin: 33g protein / 390 cal = .0846 p.index ("Optimum" protein choice)

Dec rent paid; emer svgs restored to pre-lease-term level

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task/to-do grand unification
I've fiddled a lot over the years with different formats for to-do lists. In the tape-factory QC lab years it was the 3-ring binder, with hand-drawn quarterly calendar visible through the front slip pocket, pages inside for weeks and months ahead, and spiral notebook journals. Then the Internet revolutionized a lot of things, web-to-smartphone calendar integration and notification scheduling got very sophisticated, and I circled back and digitized journals (eventually). But there remains a gap between the calendar and the journal.

The "agenda" and actual doing of things is what happens in that gap. In 30+ years you'd think I'd have a habit worked out where the calendar informs my day agenda, and when the day's "fires" are dealt with, tackle rewarding leisure pursuits - e.g. prepping the roboflow host to serve a Django or Flask app. But no, my day agenda is still largely a matter of good memory and whim. Not that there's anything wrong with a certain amount of whim.

My generation coincided with the emergence of the expression "channel surfing". Bruce Springsteen released a song about it in 1992, "57 Channels and Nothin' On". Then Windows 95 brought the Internet to home computers and we had "web surfing". And now 25 years later we have "doomscrolling" only because "social media surfing" is too much of a mouthful. Reframe it as "hopequesting" if you like; it's an egregious thief of time regardless. It tickles the brain's reward centers - aha, a new tidbit of information here; oh no, an emotionally-agitating troll there; whew, there's a distracting and calming fuzzy kitten. Rinse, repeat. So, clearly some whims lead to traps of endless empty, fake rewards.