After three years of cheating death, I finally caught Covid. My primary concern this whole time was that I’d pass it on to my parents and inadvertently kill them. As such, it was only appropriate that I caught it from my mum. Thanks, Mum, love you.
Given that I’ve spent most of the week doing some combination of coughing, sneezing, sleeping, and wheezing, there isn’t a whole lot to report. That said, the week hasn’t been a complete write-off.
Maybe Stephen does the Astro
I finally managed to move this site from Next.js to something more appropriate. Next.js is fine if you’re building a highly interactive web app, but it’s a terrible choice for a simple blog.
As part of the transition, I completed a few basic, but previously intractable, long-standing tasks: syntax highlighting in code blocks, pagination of blog posts, and better image handling.
A dotcom miracle
Hap development has stalled, as programming doesn’t pair well with Covid-brain, but there’s still some Hap-related news.
Before falling ill, a minor miracle happened; I managed to find a relevant, two-word, six-letter .com domain:
I have now pivoted to domain squatting.
Amid a truly awful period for Welsh rugby, it’s probably no surprise that nostalgia for the glorious 70s scaled new heights this week. Anyone who thinks £240,000 may be a bit much for a shirt obviously hasn’t seen that try.
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