Recursive Words

The life and times of a work-from-home software and web developer as he fights a house, four women, two cats, idiocy, apathy and procrastination on an almost daily basis.

Category: life

  • More than this

    I’m sitting in the dark of the junk room, bathed in the light from the computer screen, surrounded by silence throughout the house. Everybody else is already in bed, and the clocks are ticking inexorably towards Monday. if I sit still and keep my mouth shut, the infection that has plagued me for the last…

  • Cautiously Optimistic

    It’s late on Friday night, and I’m wondering if my body has started to turn a corner. After a week taking steroids and antibiotics, I took the last of them this morning. The cough is nowhere near as bad as it has been, and I have been able to help out a little more with…

  • Keep taking the tablets

    On the way home from visiting my parents last night, after being sick for the better part of two weeks, my other half pretty much ordered to me to book a doctors appointment. The confirmation came through within a couple of hours (while still en-route – it’s a long way), for an appointment the same…

  • Reflection

    Greetings from deepest, darkest Cornwall, where I’m visiting my parents for the weekend. After arriving late on Friday evening, we wandered into Looe on Saturday – known from a recently famous television show as “Shipton Abbot”. We wandered around the town, half-expecting to walk into the characters from the TV show. Today – Sunday –…

  • Preparing to Travel

    After a week and a half struggling with a cough and cold, I’m finally starting to feel better this morning – or at least if I sit quietly, I don’t cough my lungs up. My head still slowly fills with snot though. Too much? Sorry. It always interests me that when you’re properly sick, entire…

  • The lost weekend

    After signing myself off work sick last Wednesday, I returned to work on Thursday and Friday even though I was quite obviously getting worse. Even missing a day caused so much paperwork that I didn’t dare contemplate taking any further time off. I got markedly worse over the weekend. I think perhaps Saturday night was…

  • Not good at being sick

    I’m not entirely sure where today has gone. One of the kids brought a pretty awful virus into the house, and it got me. I think this might be the first day I’ve had off work for over a year. You wouldn’t believe how long that first paragraph took to write – replete with spelling,…

  • Friends, Cheese, Wine and Dogs

    After several months chasing our own tails, we invited some friends over last night. There really wasn’t much of a plan – other than escaping from each other’s normal lives for a few hours. We filled the table up with bread, cheese, crackers, and wine and caught up properly with each other’s adventures. I’m often…

  • Celebratory coffee

    I’m sitting in the dark of the junk room at home, sipping a celebratory cup of coffee and listening to a largely forgettable “jazz café” playlist after climbing something of a mountain today. A mountain only I know exists. You know the scene in “Contact”, where they receive the encoded message via the “Very Large…

  • Overthinking

    A few thoughts have been rattling around my head recently. For the most part they keep out of the way, but then during the quiet moments they emerge, throw spanners into any nearby spinning cogs or wheels, and then take a step back to admire their handywork. Where to start? How about the continual waves…

  • Hello midnight, old friend

    We went out for breakfast this morning at the café where my middle daughter works (or rather, one of the places she works – she now has two jobs). The owner came over and sat with us for a few minutes – we’ve known him for years – our children were all at school together.…

  • Into the City

    At five fifty five this morning my body woke me up, and I switched off the alarm I had carefully set the previous night. I’m mysteriously good at doing that. An hour later I picked up train tickets from the automated machine on the platform in town, and began the long journey into the heart…