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It often makes me feel better — and I don’t mean this in a petty way, really — when phil doesn’t have the complete workings of Lustre at his mental fingertips. Of course, he can reconstruct those workings pretty effortlessly, like someone completing a dog-eared puzzle from his youth, but then I guess Lustre is that sort of puzzle for him. When we’re old and grey — OK, when I’m old and grey and phil is middle-aged and still has abs you could build a skyscraper on — we can sit around and tell our respective grandkids about the olden days, when Grandpa and Uncle Mike would take a government’s money so that said government could give a huge pile of computers some sort of simulated first-strike capability. I think next we’re going to help some pharmaceutical companies corner the market on vitamins. (The cluster we’re building Lustre Lite for right now will apparently be #2 on that “huge pile” list when it goes live in a few quarters, BTW.)

And how did I help advance the state of nuclear simulation today? I futzed some structures around, and then spent 45 minutes on the phone with Peter designing the lock-revocation timeout code. This is important stuff, since it’s what keeps a dead or petulant client from ruining the party for everyone, and it sounds like it’ll be a fair bit of fun. I’ll find out tomorrow, I guess.

Madhava came over today — likely to retrieve his camping equipment, which we sadly do not have at the present time — and was immediately pressed into service eating dinner, drinking wine, disposing of the chocolates that the more-gracious-than-we-deserve Blizzards left us, and watching Buffy. He also showed us his collected Blue Skies and travel photos, which are quite nice. I was a little too tired to properly enjoy them, but I’ll review them when he gets them up on the web.

I have the most outrageous trouble getting back to sleep when Tyla comes to bed late, which is why I’m up at 4-something now. Tomorrow’s going to be a great day, I can just tell.