And that's work done for 2025.

GNU Terry Pratchett.

I looked back for what I wrote ten years ago today, after sitting at my desk in work holding back tears.

To whom do I report a bug in Monday 3.10? It seems to have started up much earlier than I was ready for.

It sounds very wet out there this morning. Shame I have to go out in it!

Terrible night's sleep last night means my brain feels like it's submerged in treacle today. Makes thinking through bugs much less fun.

You know what? At least it's Friday!