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April 13, 2000
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Doing Things

I felt much better in the morning. Enough so that I decided to tackle work and even drove to work because I knew that I'd probably be tired on the way home and John would have to drive.

I had meetings in the morning, and got three late bugs to look into when yesterday was supposed to be the day that everything was completely sewn up for release. Totally. Yeah, right. When SVG hadn't even gotten through everything, yet, and it really looked sad to have so much come in so late. And they were test cases I wouldn't have thought of, but that some user that had never used it before would have. So it seemed very depressing, in some ways, because they simply were things that I couldn't fix in time.

Took most of the morning to figure out priorities because the new things I was working on took complete precidence over what was being found, but it's emotionally very hard to not fix problems when they're found. I really wanted to do the work, but also knew that it was stupid to work on that stuff when there was so much else that had to be worked on. Also I told Steve about Fezzik and he said, point blank, "Family first and Fezzik's family, so you take care of what you need to there, first." Bosses don't get much better than that.

Geoff made an extra effort today to get online for a while. He'd actually planned on me being home sick, and when he found out that I wasn't, went through extra effort to get somewhere that we could be online for a bit. It felt good to be cared about that much, and it also felt odd in that he also clearly abused himself, physically, a bit to get to where he could. Though, given the chance, he did try to nap so I didn't feel too bad. Still, it was very nice to have him while I could and I appreciated the effort he took to give me that kind of support.

We also managed to finally get through to the onchologist in Wheatfield, and set up an appointment to see her at 4 tomorrow, with Fezzik, as she wanted to see him, examine him herself and look over all his tests for herself before thinking about methods of treatment. So that was one step out of the way.

I had pot roast for lunch. Stouffer's frozen dinners are a god send when I had absolutely no energy for anything else. And given that I couldn't really taste all that much with my stuffed nose and with the cold I didn't really have all that much appetite, either. So the small portion was nearly perfect. After lunch I got to work on code, for real, for a bit, until getting interrupted with stuff with Bob and other folks. That actually was useful, though, as we talked through some design issues and he came up with a really graceful and elegant solution to a problem that was bothering me. Namely I had something that was going to be either true or false and I also had to know if it was set by the user or a system default, but I'd already made a single interface that was boolean. So we figured out an internal representation that was actually integer, but would use that integer to give the answers that the interface needed as the interface didn't have to know if it was user chosen or not. Neat.

I'm going to be really glad when Bob moves out here.

We went home after John's 5 o' clock meeting and Bob joined us for a pizza dinner. I rode with Bob and we talked about Fezzik and he said something that gave me some pause, as he was sad because he knew how sad it would be for us, mostly because he'd never known us without Fezzik. And it's true, for pretty much all of our married lives, we've had Fezzik, all but one year has had the big fuzzy, black dog with way too much character. And Bob just couldn't imagine us without the dog, so had some idea of what a big part Fezzik has played in our lives.

That was an interesting thing to think about. Also found out that Bob's Dad had had lymphoma as well, but they hadn't been able to treat it because of heart failure and other things. So Bob told me exactly how lucky we were to have found it early, while the rest of Fezzik can still take the demands of chemotherapy.

The day itself was sunny, gorgeous and warm. The shaggy cows were hiding in the shade and the lambs were starting to pop out of the sheep with the lama and the dog, so the dog was bemusedly watching lambs rampage about.

Pizza was good, and we all trooped downstairs so that Bob could see the basement and I baked brownies to be eaten with ice cream and we had a good long talk, some fun play time as John showed Bob all the other Bandicoot games, and basically we unwound from the day. That was very good. Bob left around 10 and I collapsed into bed after dosing myself with Affrin as my nose was so stuffed I couldn't breath through it at all. The spray did an astonishingly effective job and I was completely clear in minutes. That was nice. Sleep is easier when I can breath.

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