Oh, right -- I have limits

Physical limits, that is.

This week was the annual Hackathon at work. It's a delightful time: you get to choose your own projects, and while it is generally considered appropriate for them to have at least something to do with work, there's a lot of leeway to do what you think would be useful. All strictly optional, mind -- something under 10% of the people in the company take part, but I think it's a hoot.

I wound up going mostly solo, which was almost certainly a mistake -- it reminded me that no, I really don't know React at all well (and Typescript not at all), so trying to do major enhancements to a mildly complex React website alone was unwise. So I didn't finish, but will probably keep working on it in spare minutes over the next few weeks, teaming with the guy who actually owns the UI and knows what he's doing.

Anyway -- the main discovery is that this pushed right up to the limits of my stamina. After a full workday yesterday, the Hackathon kicked off at 5pm. I did about eight hours of coding, went to bed, got up and back to work around 8am, worked on my project straight through to 6pm, and then watched two hours of presentations of people who did get to the point of having something that was worth presenting. Total comes to 28 hours at work between two days, I think.

I am now approximately kaput. Even by my usual excessive standards from Arisia and Pennsic, that was overdoing it.

Still and all, it's fun to overdo it occasionally. One problem of living in Quarantinia is that daily life gets very routine, so kicking myself in the ass now and then is a nice change of pace...