Spent the morning on the phone with a real, live customer and I may have actually been able to solve his problem. Guy had a cluster, see…and…well…there were some technical details, see…and now he has a WORKING cluster.
I think.
Then Chris and I met for sushi-lunch. Since I still don’t have an ID badge that lets me into the office, and since I was the last one there when I left, I’m on the train home. Hopefully I can squeeze a couple more productive hours out of this evening, so I can kill this first piece of software I’ve been writing and move on.
House is coming along. We’ve got the kitchen mostly unpacked, we think. It’s hard to tell. We were remarking last night that it’s like a tiny Christmas every night. We open these boxes and find (for example) all of redmed’s right shoes (she’s only been wearing the left ones since breaking her heel, so they were packed). Or, we find the towels, so we no longer need to share the one that we packed every day. Or, silverware! Precious, non-plastic silverware.
Okay, my standards may be low, but I’m generally a pretty happy guy that way.
Tomorrow, I think, will be a major yard work day. I need to kick some ass on these weeds that are trying to consume my new roses. Maybe detailed plant pictures too. I’m sure everyone out there in livejournal land is just desperate to know what plants are now in my care.
Who cares if you don’t want to know. It’s my journal.
