The cats run the house. Two of them, both vocalists, both lap fixtures who consider the laptop a particularly warm cushion. They get what they want, and this is usually for me to stop typing for a minute.
The thing keeping the laptop closed for longer stretches is travel, and particularly Italy. Napoli especially. I'd happily eat my way across most of the Mediterranean given the chance; the food, the scenery, the way time runs slower somewhere with that much sun on it. The best version of me is the one halfway through a long lunch.
Off-screen I'm cooking or baking, volunteering, or chasing down whatever new music I haven't heard yet. The shape of life I'm working toward is full and varied: a city's worth of momentum, with quiet time to actually think. Busy in the way that feels alive, not the way that feels relentless.
The thread underneath: I want what I do to be useful. Tech for good when I can swing it. Helping the people around me get better at what they do, and trying to do the same myself. The best kind of work is the kind that lifts more than just me out of the room.