Less of a ghost town but still p empty

Yesterday P ran me to campus so I could reboot the machine under my desk, again, for third time in two months. I spent most of the rest of the day patching the surveys pipeline, writing up the series of crashes for Helpdesk, and having B help me set up a new machine to move surveys to while we finish figuring out the production deployment system so this never happens again. I also did some prep work for loading the data patch from the June 11-13 outage, and started looking at the documentation IT put together for password-less authentication into their web publishing system.

Dinner, crossword, Pose, snack, sleep. Dreamt, but they’ve already fled.

Shadow of Night has a bunch of really patronizing moments in it that are less about the characters and more about the author. They’re not dealbreakers but they are disappointing.