Simple rules
I’m trying to smooth out some errors in a large database, and the exercise feels exactly like when I’ve had to apply a screen protector to a smartphone: so many bubbles… I’ll get the job done, but in the interim, I’m blurring out.
Imagine how wonderful life will be (for all of us) when I finally remove the last of roughly 350 minor flaws, in a data set of more than 50 thousand. The sun will shine, the flowers will bloom, birds will sing. Oh, wait, that sounds more like summertime, which is probably when the job will be complete. I lose interest, quickly when faced with trying to correct things that may not actually be wrong. The computer flagged “them”, taking into account some simple mathematical rules. If you are dead, you shouldn’t be getting married or raising a family. Ditto for your parents. That’s it.
I did get out of the house, briefly. The usual. A drive through blowing/drifting snow, to get some food. Around here, the traffic is light, so there’s less stress than doing a similar trip on a big city freeway. Where, I assume, they don’t have blowing snow. Anyhow, in the market I learned that what I saw for sale, recently, may no longer be a stocked item on the shelves. My own version of a puzzle world. We can always raid the pantry should things get desperate, but planning meal menus is challenging. Do you hear me, family members? Not my fault that what we thought would be supper turned out to be something else. Make this your puzzle world.
