rinse and repeat

My day was spent rebooting computers, fighting with them to make sure that they started up properly, running a quick test (usually less than a minute, once the machines were all up and happy), spending minutes-or-maybe-an-hour scratching my head at logs, typing a little, and then doing it all over again.

It’s not a bad way to make a living, but it is a pretty darned bad way to visit with your family. Tyla’s contingent trotted back to Ottawa today, and my mother and sister are still around, but there’s basically no way I’m going to spend quality time with them tomorrow. Bah.

Phil’s here now, and we watched some hockey, and did some of that first-paragraph dance. Making some progress, fixing some hard bugs — it’s pretty satisfying, but it would be a lot more pleasant if we had another day or three for it, instead of just tomorrow.

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