shaver

Today has been a pretty good day already, and it’s only quarter to four. Well, it could have been a little bit better if Phil had got my wake-up call request before I woke up at 11, but that’s a small matter, and to be honest the sleep was wonderful.

With reference to Phil’s most righteous setup, I now have procmail and mutt doing wonderful things with my mail, like auto-archiving, and list filtering, and setting my From headers correctly for different Mozilla/work/personal roles. Joyous.

And then I got a phone call from my bank that really just made my day:

Hello, Mr. Shaver. You just received a wire transfer from a US company in US dollars, but it was sent to your Canadian account. Would you like us to deposit it in your US dollar account instead? You’ll get a better exchange rate that way.

Uh, yes. Yes, I would like that very much. (It’s certainly better than the telemarketing calls I usually get when I’m home for the day.)

I was going to work from home today, since the office is a bit of a nuthouse these days — all the desks are getting rearranged to make room for more people — but, of course, my stuff is also being moved around, so I have to clean off my old desk and move my computers and such. Ah well.

There are nice heating-repair people flitting and hammering and plumbinging around outside and downstairs, so we might even have heat soon. That would, truly, be a wonderful way to end today (even if I don’t go eat horse or watch TV with the boys tonight, and instead stay late to make more of recovery work).

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I did go and eat horse, and it was good, and now I’m back at the office. Phil and I had another great conversation tonight about the work items left for complete recovery signoff in Lustre Lite, and although the list is not what you would call small, just having a finite list of tasks makes me feel much more like I’m in control of my own destiny.

I dropped my driver’s license today, with my subway pass, and a nice man picked it up. I’ll grab it tomorrow on the way to work, I guess.

(The aforementioned wire transfer has not actually showed up in my account yet, which is really too bad. I hope it’s there tomorrow morning, because things are looking lean. Especially if Tyla keeps buying cables at Bay Bloor Radio, and I keep eating nummy bifteck de cheval at La Palette.)

Time to go home, since Phil is going to call me tomorrow at 10h45, and if I hurry I can get 7 hours of sleep before then. What a task-master!