Dear Santa, thank you for the dolls and pencils and the fish. It's Easter now, so I hope I didn't wake you but... honest, it is an emergency. There's a crack in my wall. Aunt Sharon says it's just an ordinary crack, but I know its not cause at night there's voices so... please please can you send someone to fix it? Or a policeman, or...
Back in a moment.
Thank you Santa.

Sigh Of Relief

For the first time in two weeks I'm not insane.

Trying desperately to fix the failed RAID array (ugh) then finalise the server migration before they turned the old servers off (just made it), shore up the defences of Munuvia against a rising sea of spam (new filter in place), and clean house and tear out some fairly impressive weeds before a maintenance inspection (almost made it, then at the last minute my vacuum cleaner died, leaving my floors looking less than spotless ).

Of course, I also accidentally corrupted some of the tables on the replica database at my day job yesterday, leading to a 3:30AM support call today and some hasty creative thinking on how to repair 100GB of scrambled data.  But I even solved that one, mostly.

This weekend, to celebrate, I plan to sleep for 36 hours.

Update: Yeah, right.

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