woke up. another day where I didn’t get enough sleep and woke up feeling “off.” family is sick; I think I’m getting sick.
ate: yogurt + protein power. fed daughter. fussy today—sick or cutting a new tooth.
answered questions on discord about squeeze pages. chatted about music taste. notable excerpt:

I've been thinking recently about something an ex said to me 20 years ago: specifically that I have bad music taste. I thought that was ridiculous. After all, I like or can find things to like about basically everything But recently I've been reconsidering. I suspect taste requires someone to be judicious and discerning as well. To enjoy as well as reject. But I'm still thinking about all this...
I think taste can and perhaps should be cultivated But in what way? Must we all be a wide open mouth, accepting all? Or should we clench our teeth when offered a comforting and familiar piece of pabulum? I do not know the answer to this.
But tension, conflict, and difference do be the piquant pepperoncinis floating in the vinegar of life

worked out. long session. 3x8 of deadlift. emom ladder of power cleans. power cleans 1 rep to failure. dips. pullovers. lateral raises. face pulls. ez bar skullcrushers. watched rick and morty and youtube while working out.
ate leftovers. fed daughter.
watched cuphead with daughter. updated yesterday and today’s “what I did today” blog.
worked on trade alert. worked on spreadsheets showing results of major indices before and after Fed rate hikes.
ate dinner. dealt with a clog in the dishwasher—going to need to call a plumber tomorrow.
finished trade alert/research. submitted.
decided against staying up all night to finish other projects. watched daredevil (finished season 2) and went to bed.