I mentioned on Twitter earlier today that very often when I get really stuck on something and finally decide to ask for help on a forum, the answer suddenly hits me as I finish writing my post. Most of the time the problem is something really silly that I just kept completely overlooking, and the answer feels painfully obvious once it clicks. Despite the fact that these might be a little embarrassing to post, I figured rather than letting my entire would-be forum post go to total waste once I finally get what’s happening (and so never end up clicking the “Post” button), it might be nice to post the issue on my blog, if nothing else as a reminder of my own facepalm moments.

I mentioned on Twitter earlier today that very often when I get really stuck on something and finally decide to ask for help on a forum, the answer suddenly hits me as I finish writing my post. Most of the time the problem is something really silly that I just kept completely overlooking, and the answer feels painfully obvious once it clicks. Despite the fact that these might be a little embarrassing to post, I figured rather than letting my entire would-be forum post go to total waste once I finally get what’s happening (and so never end up clicking the “Post” button), it might be nice to post the issue on my blog, if nothing else as a reminder of my own facepalm moments.

During my five week vacation I made myself finally sit down and read a book that’s been recommended to me repeatedly: Why We Sleep by Matthew P. Walker.

During my five week vacation I made myself finally sit down and read a book that’s been recommended to me repeatedly: Why We Sleep by Matthew P. Walker.

Today is our last day in Glastonbury. I will miss this place, but I also feel like I’ve seen everything I wanted to see here, and that I am ready to go home and take a little bit of Glastonbury back with me.