Some very little bits of snow as I emerged onto the street at Arlington. I guess it could have just been stuff from the buildings blowing off, but anyway.
Did some programming last night and some research for programming. The research was very fruitful and very satisfying. On the bus and T this morning, I decided not to read, instead choosing to think about my programming project. That was fruitful and satisfying as well. I think I want to do this using an object-oriented approach, so my next immediate project will be to learn how Perl does object-oriented stuff.
I may just ditch the book, I dunno. It just isn't really exciting me. Maybe I'll scan my shelves for another nonfiction book.
I was thinking that it would be nice to have a laptop to be able to do programming on the bus and T. When I'm in the position to be able to afford that, I guess it's something I'd consider. This somehow led me to a thought about writing a story or novel that takes place in the subway, and write the whole thing while riding around in the subway with a laptop. If nothing else, taking a day to ride the subway could be a good way to observe people, maybe write little character sketches based on what you can observe about them.