> [!check] <small>This is a page out of [[What Is Grail Diary|Grail Diary]]</small>. ### `Čas`: <span style="color:#00b050">20:45</span> <small><i>(<span style="color:#ff8c00">Sunday, 20 September 2026</span> / 263)</i></small> ###### <span style="color:rgb(210, 180, 140)">Mood Rating:</span> <span style="color:#c800ff; font-size:1.5em">6</span> Well, of course, it all continued differently than what I said. This is a day of failed announced intentions, from the first outbreak of morning to the latest, deepest night. I say that I am going to do something, and then it just doesn't happen. So what happened this time around? Almost immediately after I finished dictating the previous entry, there was an urgent SMS. I returned it via a phone call to a lady lumberjack who is a fanatical walker. She always goes on walking trips around Europe every September for three weeks. This time she walked from Florence to Rome via the Via di Francesco, or whatever that path is called. Of course, she has also done that Compostela walk in Spain many times, and so forth. She was away for the utter mayhem of the introduction of that pile-of-shit Gutenberg block editor. Now she is back, and she is supposed to have her first shift tomorrow, Monday. She wants me to introduce her to the editor. By the way, the pile-of-shit editor by itself doesn't work that badly. They have trimmed it down to just the elementary features, which makes it less bloated than it is by default. But the communication breakdown around it, the harassment I received, and the constant bash-downs: I am totally traumatized by that pile of shit. That is why this era is called what it is called. I think I gave it away in the foregoing entry. I most certainly did. I will need to spill the beans to Šárka and to Kvintostratég, and that way Astrabotka will learn about it too (or vice versa), that I named this era after the pile-of-shit Gutenberg block editor. In other words, we have agreed that I will give her a training session tomorrow at 11:00 AM, which can take up to two hours. It doesn't suit me at all. Of course I will get paid for it, but I didn't need this right at this moment. What can I do? This was the first disruption right off the bat, and the evening went downhill from there. *P.S.:* I'm laughing out loud here because `Flešbot` proposed the title of this `Vďibňík` entry the way he proposed it. So I'm keeping it. Kudos to him for being explicit in this entry title.