Also, I find that there just isn't a one best font, even for one person. There are just too many variables that effect how a font looks, not limited to the screen itself, the graphics controller, the software where I want to use the font.
I've tried a number of alternatives and keep coming back to Evernote's legacy apps (Windows and Android). The features I use are just right, and syncing just works, always.
A key feature for me is being able to (with the legacy desktop app) open multiple notes at once, something that I've not seen anywhere else. (I assume this is because the legacy app is a native Windows executable, whereas multiple windows are not supported in the cross-platform frameworks everyone uses nowadays. I may be wrong.)
On a new tablet I was forced to install their new app, and I find it just OK. I don't like it as much as the older one, but it's usable.
Once Evernote shuts off the legacy apps, I will be searching for an alternative once again.
At this moment? Well, I'm in Daytona, Florida attending the HSR Classic 24 Hours weekend of vintage racing. If you have any interest in motor racing and have not been to a vintage event, you need to. The variety of cars is huge. These events are usually pretty low-key compared to the current professional series. Often there are very few restrictions on where one can wander, with paddock access included in your reasonably priced ticket.
+1 for Take Command. I've used it since its mid-90s iteration, and still use it nearly every day. It has a great mix of command prompt features and batch file language enhancements.
The first one (of many) that comes to mind is not looking to the future when I started life on my own. Had someone told me when I was in my 20s that a day would come much sooner than retirement age when I would be sick of my career (and had I listened--not at all a given) I would have been much farther ahead in my life now. If I had started investing right from the start, especially as the stock market was booming back then, I could have retired some time ago.
Related to that, I wish I'd found and fostered some sort side gig that would have allowed me to eventually ditch the 9-to-5 work life.
I wish I had realized how important it is to find some place you enjoy living (for whatever reason--friends, recreation opportunities, favorable weather, etc.), and then doing what you can to make a life there. Instead, I pursued jobs wherever they took me and I think my family paid a price for that instability. I didn't realize for a long time, but I think that I, too, paid a price for all those relocations in pursuit of the next job.
And then related to that, I wish I had not been so optimistic about my jobs. I should have realized that no matter how convincing the dream being sold to me, it was never going to be that good. I should gave treated my jobs as paychecks, as means to another end, not something into which I should pour the best of my attention and purpose of life.
I was not part of your community, but thank you for what you've done with it.
May you have all the needed grace, patience, wisdom, and strength (both physical and mental) to navigate this next stage of your life in caring for someone who needs you more than ever right now.
Here in the US, I swear the rule of thumb for installing stop signs is only the limitation of how many can be bought under the current budget. So many intersections would be less frustrating by having yield signs, instead.
This naming scheme seemed extremely shortsighted to me as it wreaks havoc on Internet text searches. It forces one to search for numerous possible references to a release: the adjective alone, the animal name alone, the release number, maybe abbreviations or nicknames of the code name, and so on.
"So how was work today?" "Well, I got to grab mice and force inhaler sprays into their tiny little nostrils against their wills." "Sounds better than my day."
And that may not be all that's needed. I recently went through the TSA Precheck line (my ticket had the little Pre heck logo on it) but the check-in dude did not give me the laminated poster board that said "Precheck" on it. I don't fly often enough to have noticed, so when I got to the security apparatus 15 feet further I was treated as non-Precheck. It did not matter that I could show my ticket had the appropriate logo on it. No card, no Precheck. One more slap in the face from the Security Theater.
Well, I'll start this with one of mine: Getting out for a bicycle ride early on a warm morning, especially on a weekend. There is something special about being out in that golden light, in control of your immediate state. A fine way to start a day.