We almost missed the train,
We almost missed the train, because the subway delayed Tyla, but it all worked out pretty well. A lovely dinner and much Tyla-family-age greeted us in Ottawa, though Martha was too tired to follow through on her promise/threat to catch a late showing of Blue Crush.
On the train there and back, I managed to get some solid recovery hacking done. We now trigger the recovery process on both the client and the server in just about every timeout case, which means that we’re just about to start the really fun stuff.
Phil got all of erasmus’ stuff over to the new machine, pretty much. He’s a superstar, and things. Next up, I guess, is migrating neon.
The Blizzards took off back to Boston today, before I made it back to Toronto. I wish I’d been able to spend more time with them while they were here. Alas.
And, yeah: it was the 25th anniversary of Elvis’ death yesterday. I blame the Russians.