The Keywording Task

 SESIG—variety of topics. A little more keyword processing. Played Minecraft a bit to show Leland Lelandhome. A lot more keyword processing. Walked to American Dream Pizza on Monroe for beer with Michael and Mary. Got Thai take out, went to Michael and Mary's for dinner with Quinn. Played cribbage and drank cognac until Mary brought me home. Woke up in the middle of the night and finished the keywording task. It was a day that didn't feel very productive but I pushed through an issue that has been bugging me. I guess it was okay.

Cribbage, Cognac, and Keywords

December 27, 2025

These notes describe the events of Thursday, 12/26/2025.

I went to SESIG. The conversation ranged across a variety of topics. The morning discussion group providing intellectual engagement and connection.

Wolfe checking out the new snow
I did a little more keyword processing. The photo library organization continuing from yesterday's work. I played Minecraft a bit, working on Lelandhome. I wanted to show it to Leland, but can't until next year—they drove to Sam's dad's house yesterday and connectivity is poor there. It sounds like they'll be there through New Year's. The virtual construction project ready but waiting for its audience. Then I did a lot more keyword processing. The metadata work pulling me back in, the systematic organization of thousands of images. The kind of task that seems endless but needs doing.

I walked to American Dream Pizza on Monroe for beer with Michael and Mary. The social gathering, the walk across town, the familiar rhythm of meeting friends. We got Thai takeout. Since I had walked, I rode with Michael and Mary to their house for dinner with Quinn. The meal shared at their place, Quinn joining us. I played cribbage and drank cognac until Mary brought me home. The card game, the conversation, the evening stretching long. The generosity of the ride home when the cognac had done its work.

I woke up in the middle of the night and finished the keywording task. The unfinished work nagging at me even in sleep. Getting up and pushing through to completion. Or at least clearing the backlog item.

It was a day that didn't feel very productive but I pushed through an issue that had been weighing on me. I guess it was okay. The uncertain assessment, the sense that productivity isn't always measured in visible accomplishments. Sometimes it's just about finishing the thing that won't let go, even if it takes waking up at 3 AM to do it.

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