Drip Drip Drip
Saturday. A beautiful day outside. A good omen for this first day of my sixty-fifth year? Why not? Here in Oakland.
We slip into daylight savings time tomorrow which, for an IT person, might be troublesome. The time clock controlled cooling system for the thermonuclear repository in the building basement, for example. Who exactly knows anymore how it's put together, let alone what it was put there for in the first place? It was designed and installed by generations of programmers now long gone, programmers whom, it must be admitted, could be sloppy even in the best of times with their coding. Any chance an additional hour will result in failure, in a frantic phone call from the building basement just before all the lights go out? Hard to say. I'm not on call and I'm probably located more than enough miles from the “repository”, whatever it's there for, to survive. Right?
I take that as a sign of your continued mental deterioration?
Absolutely. Even on the good days when the sun is shining there's a certain drip - drip - drip.