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We pushed out a new interim release of Lustre yesterday, only hours before Phil discovered an embarrassing bug in the recovery code. I’m not 100% sure I caused it, but it did reveal a significant gap in the test set I’d been running. Fixed, but still shame-inducing. I think I’ll pause my part of the rearchitecture work — letting Phil continue to kick ass, of course — and just bang on recovery with a test-mallet for the rest of the evening.

After we go watch Madhava’s concert. I’m sure it’ll be wonderful, even if it is in a church.

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The concert was quite nice, though we showed up ten minutes late. See, I was showering, and we ran out of hot water, and…never mind. We were almost on time. While we were there, it got cold out, and in one heck of a hurry. Otherwise-pristine pools of water and slush became mirror-like patches of purest glazed treachery. And I forgot my hat.

I get to eat the pie soon, though I’ll have to brave Hilary’s company. Normally, that’s not a big problem, but right now she has some lung thing that may turn out to be whooping cough. Mom sent me my vaccination info a few weeks ago, so I guess I should dig that up and find out if I’m going to die for the taste of lovely pie.