Disaster Fails To Strike! Film At Eleven

Friends, there is nothing as anticlimactic as a job well-done. My coworkers and I disinfected the servers from our desert outpost, but also relocated the server room from a maintenance closet to its former location upstairs, reconnected said servers, and got them up and running before 5:00 on Friday.

Ho hum.

Sure we left San Diego at 5:00 in the morning with said servers in the trunks of our cars and ended up fairly punchy by the end of that day, but that’s what we’re getting paid for, right? We continued working there on Saturday to tidy up, tweak some things, wait for the wiring guy to fix some bits he messed up on Friday, and take some pictures. Even after all of that futzing, nothing went wrong. Where’s the fun in that?

My folks are planning a big party in a couple of weeks, so I spent the rest of Saturday working on their house. They have an outdoor ceiling fan (I didn’t even know that weather-resistant fans existed. The thing has plastic blades fer crissakes!) so I spent my time wiring it and tying it in to the patio lighting. Not the most exciting pursuit to be sure, but it did involve some roof work perilously close to the drop from the power pole. As you know, I don’t get along very well with three phase power supplies, so at least that bit was nerve-wracking. We have to have some drama somewhere, don’t we?

By the way, did you know that my sister is buying a house? Me neither! I hear that it’s a fixer-upper. Hell, I know all about fixing-upping and I’d be happy to help, but alas, I’ve heard nothing about it directly for her or her fiancee. The second hand stories I’ve heard though don’t make the joint out to be all that bad. More cosmetic than structural as far as I understand it. Executive take-away: I’d be happy to help!

There’s much more here to be explored. Something, surely, that could conceivably be entertaining. I’m a little to fried from the roadtripping to make something engaging out of it right now (and you’ll move on by tomorrow, so we’re left in the lurch. -ed That’s been the M.O. hasn’t it? -bob).

Your sleepy and sore pal,

bob