Cabbage curry

Yesterday I fixed a broken indicator, reviewed and merged a pile of pull requests, and ran the usual Thursday afternoon meeting gauntlet. Dinner, a semi-disaster of a crossword, SG-1, sleep. Dreamt of an alternate courting period with P where we stayed in the house in the winter and moved to a trailer for summers that was easier to keep cool. Both places backed onto the same train tracks and there had apparently been much train-related hijinks in our dream history.