sure, but who keeps the monkey when it’s over?
We’re in the end-game of this customer visit now, and the best available data indicates that we’re going to leave here in pretty good shape. Coop is getting on the 5:18AM flight out of here tomorrow, which is in about 3 hours, and I’m following him precisely 24 hours later. We’ll reconvene in Ottawa next week, so absence will not have too much of a chance to make the heart grow fonder, or something.
On the topic of which, I am so ready to be back home with my wife and cat and house and clothes and time zone and computer and bed. So Tom Sawyer ready, as the kids are saying.
The other day I merged some fixes from the branch on which Peter and Phil had been performance filesystem-miracle dances. CVS makes the process not entirely unlike something that sucks completely, so we have a process that makes the steps very clear. Perhaps idiot-proof. For no good reason at all — certainly, I assure you, not because I thought I didn’t need that process; I know better than most how quickly and deeply CVS branches can bite you if you don’t keep them under tight control — I didn’t follow that process, and today I reaped the bitter, cackling fruit of my error. I had missed some key elements that put at risk no small amount of Peter’s valuable time. I managed to wield cvsps to regain control, and Peter and Zach are now back at full throttle on that branch, but I learned a valuable lesson. Unfortunately, I already knew that lesson, so I don’t know if I’m really better off.
I’m pretty loopy right now. I’m very tired. Sleep has become something that I do to kill time between tests, or to burn a couple of hours on to make the jitters stop, and I’m running out of fuel pretty quickly. The only possible way I will make my I-sure-didn’t-pick-that flight time on Saturday is if I stay up the whole night before, I think, and that’s going to really hurt. It might leave a mark. Maybe I’ll go to bed at 9 on Friday and see what I can do, but I suspect that I’ll either be too worried about some test failure or too excited about our eventual success to really pull that off.
Some day, I’m sure, I’ll miss this place, what with its lovely weather and fast computers and, well, lovely weather. That day won’t be Sunday, let me assure you.