Rather than brave a tow-truck in morning commuter traffic, I took BART to Fremont and discovered I can walk home from the BART station in about 50 minutes. There are buses, but the only one whose number I knew for sure takes a really funky route. My strategy of walking the right direction until I saw a bus stop with the correct number was thus handily foiled.
I'm the only guy determining the quality of the release we make to a customer. Tomorrow. And the amount of required work quadrupled. Yesterday.
A couple of flavors of interpersonal drama are attempting to reenter my life. I'm not sure yet how I feel about them, but ignoring them and inviting them both give my stomach a sky-is-falling reaction.
My personal finances are feeling similar right this second.
If the hot tub guy fucks up badly installing the new board today, that'll make sort of a clean sweep.
On the plus side, I have a functioning computer at home again, mostly. This has allowed me to do a wee bit of Phantasmal development for the first time in way too long.