Owg. Things have been more than usually full of stuff over the last 48 hours. But anyway. Sunday had a lot of laundry and cleaning, as well as catering to Moira. Also made dinner. Also logged in to work at about 7:40 and did a bunch of stuff to deal with the Net outage that was scheduled for 1am. That actually worked well, which everybody was happy with.

Monday had a whole lot of fooling around with stuff. Some other people changed some stuff, and that broke a script, and I didn’t notice for about 1.5 hours. This shouldn’t cause that much trouble, I hope. And then there was a problem with somebody who needed a password reset, and the automated tool to do password resets didn’t appear to be doing the right thing. I think that worked out, but the person requesting the reset never got back to me. (Figures, eh?) More ordinary work stuff filled out the rest of my Monday.

What else. . . Sarah is in the hospital now, probably since she’s about ready to give birth. Hope that all works out well. I guess we won’t see her or Zach tomorrow for trivia, since they’ll be preoccupied with more important stuff. Zach said, “Garçon, a brace of your finest painkillers!”, which made me think of this old cartoon, which was probably not the best thing ever, but whatever. . . .