'm in bed, at 6am, watching lines of print statements dump out the progress of a long running loop. I was watching three log files at work until about 11:30pm. New code has been misbehaving, and it needs to stop. I run a "tail" command and watch the entries accumulate in error logs, web logs, and application logs. It's a slow, anxious wait, and I'm not sure what I'm hoping to see. The server's CPU has been bouncing around like a cricket with ADD-HD. It needs to settle down before the traffic gets really bad tomorrow, or it will be a really long day.

Sally makes a clicking noise every third exhalation or so - she may be a robot. It's advisable to disturb the bed as little as possible at this late/early hour, both out of courtesy and fear. The cats, who earn their fate, treat our bed as a launch & landing pad for endless errands throughout the night. The bed becomes a cycle of turf wars between the feline factions, with an occasional errant combatant going Too Far and waking the Kraken. She doesn't really wake up -- it's more like a zombie's brutally uncoordinated rage. It sounds about the same, too. But pity the cat caught in that terrible maelstrom - I shudder even now thinking of it. Nontheless, as quickly as she rises in fury, sleep returns and she sinks below the surface of the electric blanket.

Anyhow, I need to get some shuteye. I'll just lean over to set down the laptop... oh no... IT LIVES!!!