Goldrush and Dabinette

Yesterday I finished my discussion with R about goal setting for HR, fixed a stalled code deployment, did a bit of git surgery, responded to feedback on the new meta data sheet, had C see if she could chase down the faculty member we’re trying to have assist us with the senior database applicants, and had a pile of 1:1s.

The cider proprietor dropped off the case I ordered around lunch, and it included four bottles of a wild ferment that is a gorgeous color and I’m excited to try it.

Dinner a bit late, but the crossword was good. Not Okay With This, no snack, sleep. Dreamt of interminable dance classes where I couldn’t remember anything and the choreographer could not make up her mind. Thanks, subconscious.

Massive thunderstorms throughout the night, including an absurd amount of lightning.