infryq

Yesterday the google symptoms indicator crashed; it seems google took down the file we were using in favor of another access method. I took a look at dropping in a replacement URL, but wasn’t able to get tests to pass before N mentioned his BigQuery implementation is already really close. So we’ll do that instead early next week. I went to the all hands, some one on ones, therapy, and cleaned up the last bit of supervision for K’s last day.

Dinner, crossword, SG-1, snack, sleep. Dreamt of Irish figure dancing, climbing rickety towers with P, old but well-maintained windows and brickwork, parade grounds, surly teens.

Ambassador 1 continues to defy my ability to suspend disbelief when it comes to biological processes, but protag is starting to get a clue diplomatically even if it is in fits and starts and confusing backward steps. Unfortunately, in addition to being a misogynist twit he’s also horny as hell, and too ashamed of it to do anything reasonable like actually talk to anyone about it. At this point I’m continuing to read primarily to retrieve the major plot points so I can imagine how good the story could have been if somebody who knew what they were doing were operating it.