Journaling Some Work

It's 1:38 pm. But for a snowstorm on Thursday, this would be my 7th straight day at work.

I'm doing things that people variously term "unwise," "strange," or "nearly impossible."

I've nearly gotten them to work, but not yet.  That's why I'm here.

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