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It wasn't Santa Claus with his eight reindeer. It was a big chunk of the livingroom ceiling coming down over the computer workstation as I was in bed contemplating my jumpstart cup of tea.
The noise was impressive, the dust spectacular, the cleanup significant. The latter, alas, had to be delegated, as I am one of the few, the proud, the weekend validators, the one who must today compile the list of transmittals into the production environment which I will validate Sunday. Fortunately, there will be few. Fortunately because the followup work normally done on Thursday must be squeezed into Friday morning.
Normally I don't mind coming in on Sunday, but Julie, my downstairs neighbor of the last twenty five years, died Friday. I will be finished in time for the memorial service Sunday afternoon, but I would have liked to write her name down for the Pannychida, the monthly commemoration of the dead, after the morning liturgy at St. Michael's. Her name and her husband's, who died three years ago today.
The noise was impressive, the dust spectacular, the cleanup significant. The latter, alas, had to be delegated, as I am one of the few, the proud, the weekend validators, the one who must today compile the list of transmittals into the production environment which I will validate Sunday. Fortunately, there will be few. Fortunately because the followup work normally done on Thursday must be squeezed into Friday morning.
Normally I don't mind coming in on Sunday, but Julie, my downstairs neighbor of the last twenty five years, died Friday. I will be finished in time for the memorial service Sunday afternoon, but I would have liked to write her name down for the Pannychida, the monthly commemoration of the dead, after the morning liturgy at St. Michael's. Her name and her husband's, who died three years ago today.