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Medicated depression, day #713

Christmas Eve and New Years Eve were spent at dads place.

Christmas Eve were full house, my brother with SIL and son, SIL's Mom, dad, my wife and son and then me, 6 adults and 2 kids. The rule as usual were "only Christmas gifts for children under 35 year old". No one listened and there were heaps of presents exchanged. Luckily most of them forgot about me.

New Year Eve, wife, son and I hung out with dad, had a really good time and we had a lot of good food and talks.

Now thrown back in to the reality, new year, new stuff.

As I was working the last couple of hours before Christmas Leave, I did some work that a colleague were tasked to do after the holidays, as priority has been elevated on this particular project, he logged onto our internal chat and found much of it done, showered me in kudos and appreciation, we're gonna reach milestones early on that project. Another project requires my physical presence in a city about an hour away by train, as I need to set up remote management and the ability to login remotely to a specific system. Not very happy about that but it rarely happens so I might as well go, with some luck I might get it done quick and can go back to home office, it's at most an hours job.

I've been converting documents for my dad, he had some dead-ended project reports and analysis from his former employer that he wanted to share online (with permission, of course), for anyone interested, but as the documents were Office Word of some older vintage he could not convert them on his own to make something useful out of them, I converted the first document to Markdown and started looking at the illustrations, no bueno, some weird vector graphics format that you really do not see out in the wild .. so, might require some programming exercises to solve that, wonky format -> SVG is what I'm thinking.

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