Surly

Yesterday I went in early for a possible meeting, though it turns out I
misread the email and Monday was the day I would hear about a meeting, not
the day we would actually meet. Bummer. I spent the day cycling through six
terminal windows, cataloguing disk usage and compressing old folders. One
user has like 18 terabytes of data spread out across all machines, with
multiple “-backup” copies of uncertain reasoning. Oof.

Hurry-up-and-wait days are hard on me, so I was pretty wiped after work.
Dinner, crossword, and I finished darning P’s hat while listening to Witch.

I did have a kickass dream where my grandma (who has never driven IRL) got
a golf cart. She was a hilarious terror. Unfortunately the dream devolved
into getting lost alone and endless waiting in lines at a McDonald’s,
losing my phone, and wolves, and trying to navigate crumbling dystopian
trailer park infrastructure while helping & being helped by elderly
strangers. Not great.