An exercise in contrasts

Today messed with me.

I spent the first half of the day fixing a crap vendor product. Just before a meeting about said product, I got it working... but I had no idea how.

I spent the second half of the day dealing with production outages - one caused by human brain damage, one caused by hardware fault. The former required brute force and ignorance to repair, and the latter required diplomacy and tact (and working through the goddamned Chinese Telephone effect).

I spent no part of the day worrying about my grandmother's house, despite the fact that it was rarely far from my mind. I find myself deeply grateful that it's not on fire yet, and unnerved by how close the fire is.

I spent no part of the day eating food (after breakfast). I did, however have some awesome drugs. Molokai coffee, french pressed, is ambrosial. I did, when I got home, get some more of Becky's awesome Matzo ball soup (ginger-garlic flavored this time, yum), so I'm in no danger of wasting away.

I got home, and instead of being lazy, got my mail. For my pains, I tripped hopping up to the parking lot from the mail area, and am currently enjoying a ginormous thigh bruise.

I am on call, and thus should not drink to celebrate this Charlie Foxtrot of a day.

I relax now. Life is good.