Spent yesterday removing things. Apps first, then the workspace, down to what I actually put my hands on. Nothing has been missed, which raises a question I don't intend to pursue.
Slept all proper like, then up at 3:30am as usual. A sentence I could not have written a month ago. Two and a half hours on the Catachan Jungle Fighters, Slybo included, who arrives with a reputation and did nothing to shake it. Lovely rain the whole time. I have stopped pretending this isn't the best part of the day.
Debugging at the office all morning. The code was innocent. Every fault traced back to someone who had reached into something they had no business reaching into, and every one of them was surprised. I would like a lock. Or at least training wheels for the youth.
Learned yesterday that planes get flat tires. Learned an hour later that they get two. The mother-in-law came back for an unscheduled extra night, which meant saying goodbye twice - at which point it stops being a goodbye and starts being a rehearsal.
Sunday on the deck with a book, then Ashley and DJ over for the mother-in-law's last full day. Pizza and Thai, on the grounds that choosing is for weekdays, plus whatever DJ put in those monster drinks. Sat talking until it was abruptly bedtime. None of it was planned and all of it worked.
Watched Elf last night. It is August. Nobody suggested it but me, nobody objected, and I've decided that makes everyone complicit.
Painting wee orks for five hours is a wonderful start. A proper breakfast at the Red Arrow with Linda and her mom was icing on the cake. Well, I should say syrup on the pancake.