Bubbles on the tide

Hello world

An apt title for my first blog entry since...2016?

Very cold recently. Twelve degrees Celsius! I had to buy a down jacket because the North Face windbreaker wasn't cutting it. Considering a pair of thin gloves.

I'm getting lost in Statistics: Learning R, salvaging my half-baked AP Stats knowledge, fitting regression lines to a graph that I don't know how to interpret. A course that, surprisingly, isn't as discouraging as I thought it would be, especially as I swim into another wave of sadness. I hope by tomorrow midnight, when my assignment is due, that I can build the right linear model (or at least pieces of one). I was doing alright until five hours ago, when I met this monster:

lm_points_sales <- lm_points_sales %>% # Standardize residuals
  mutate(
    stdres = rstandard(lm_sp)
         )

Two days out from Lunar New Year—my mom is landing in...a minute, actually (7:26 p.m. as I write). She'll be gone by Sunday evening, and then it won't be until May when I see her again. (D-89.)

I've been filling my downtime trying to better my Mandarin handwriting, copying poems and reading them as I go. "The Long of Everlasting Regret" last week, Classic of Poetry this week (and for the rest of the year to be honest). Lots and lots of things I want to do, but I can only do them one at a time. Reading next, book soon. The perpetual question is which.

I told T. I would try to drink more water. I got a kettle at her behest after hesitating on it for a year. I type this with a mouthful of water but still liters short of 2. Maybe when I circle back to the topic of water again some other time, I will have had 2 liters.

Eagerly awaiting the Haikyuu movie and the next Given extra.
Inexplicably pleased to make your acquaintance.

Where is my mother? (7:57 p.m.)

#day-to-day