2023

The last year seems unremarkable in comparison to those preceding it.  I wrote a great deal, but not
an exceptional amount; the same could be written about my hacking.  I'm nearly done reading my first
Latin book; I already have a beginner's grasp on the language, and also the pain which that implies.
I've been much too lackadaisical with my Latin studies, but only pure negligence can prevent me from
finishing that book within this year; then I may go to the next and others in the series from there.

I've felt the calling of my mortality more strongly during this last year than others recent, though
know it to be neuroticism.  My health is fine, likely better now, and I've continued in making minor
improvements, and yet the spectres of degenerative illnesses have come to haunt me for some reasons.
I'll feel better, after an annual checkup with a doctor, and may then move on to other neuroticisms.
Regardless, I left a persistent neuroticism last year, that futile strive for privacy in this world.

I finished too little work last year, and left much more to finish.  I finished libraries needed for
an implementation of Pest in Ada, and some miscellaneous work.  I'd like to get that Pest in working
order soon and to return to my more interesting machine code and human language representation work.
There's yet more less original work as well and, if done correctly, some of it may be lasting, even.

Beyond this, I suppose directionlessness is the order around me; I guess I'll see where it takes me.
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