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Included Coastal Seafoods on my chilly walk, probably the best seafood store in the Twin Cities. Seniors get 20% off on Tuesdays, hence the line.

Walked on a wet sidewalk.

Spent way too much time working on the robotic arm I’m building. Currently it has 8 servo motors, 3 microcomputers, pneumatics, and machine vision. The main challenges, now, are software engineering and redesigning subassemblies as I learn more. Then, I’ll take it all apart.

Yesterday we got married. Posted Our Elopement Timeline.

Dwight transformed a Honda Fit-load of twigs and branches into winter interest on our balcony.

On my cycle ride, a corner of Lake Street destroyed in the riots, now part art installation, part barbershop offering free haircuts. Later, sipped coffee in an affluent part of town where earnest people chatted about brand ambassadors, directors of success, and talent management.

Filled our Honda Fit with boughs and twigs.

Cycled with a friend to thirteen polling places. Usually we would expect to see long lines, but so many have voted absentee, poll workers sometimes outnumbered voters. People were in a good mood, happy to chat with us.

It was time for a haircut, the new normal.

Posted Living in a Walled City.

On my cycle ride, I found these homemade yard signs comforting. They remind me people still believe we’re all in this together.

Cycled to St. Paul’s Lake Como with a friend. On the way back, zigged and zagged up a ramp to get to this pedestrian bridge. Once, it must have traversed more than the two rail tracks below.

Our patio furniture is now inside for the winter. Dwight is the gardener with the vision, I designed and built the lighting and irrigation.

Posted My Robotic Claw Votes.

It was time for an annual checkup with my internist via Google Duo. Previously, Dwight took my blood pressure and I cycled to a nearby clinic for labs. A cat favored a spot in front of the camera, occasionally framing the doc’s face between its legs. I embrace the new normal.

Spotted this while walking with friends. We all agreed with the message but not the medium.