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Alasdair and I were having a perfectly nice late-night meal at Mel’s, when we saw a mouse scurry across the floor. I’m sure they manage to keep things sanitary, and I’m sure most restaurants have the occasional rodent interloper, but I think I’ll have to spend a little time away. It’s just so hard to get “disease carrying vermin” out of your head while you’re reading the menu!

This morning I got tinderbox reporting limping along for Lustre, and then attended a teleconference with all the other people working on getting MCR up and running, so that we can get on to helping people make better bombs.

Then Tyla and I raced to the office to meet with Graydon and Frances for lunch, after which Tyla wandered off to shop for groceries and furniture, and I spent longer than was really necessary wrestling with my new desk with Ken and other officemates. Lisa doesn’t really like the part of my old, breakfast-nook desk that overhangs the edge of hers, but I’m sure she’ll get used to it. Or she’ll club me silly when I’m not paying attention.

I forgot my cell phone charger in Boston, I think. I hate being dumb.

Now, back to the export-munging stuff, on Peter’s fast-moving branch. I want to get a lot done tonight and tomorrow, because I’m playing Ultimate with Hilary’s team tomorrow night, and then Thursday is our anniversary, which will involve at the least a long lunch at the ROM or AGO, and probably a leisurely dinner. And then we’re off to Blue Skies for the long weekend. Great fun, but not conducive to keeping up with Peter’s breakneck pace.