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Downs

On Friday, one of our production servers went down when I restarted a service on one of our new test servers. It took almost an hour but eventually we tracked the problem down to a file on the production server that some how was overwritten as an empty file. While both the test and production servers are running the same software, our public catalog, there is no other connection between them. At the moment, I’m assuming it’s a very bizarre fluke but I’m going to be testing early tomorrow morning (I would have done it today except our vendor considers the patron catalog to be “non-critical” and doesn’t provide support on Sundays. I want them available in case something like opening up notepad on the test server causes the production server to format itself.)

I’ve had a cold, or a series of colds, for more than 3 weeks now. I’m very ready to be well. Also, my back/neck is bothering me again. Currently, I have to turn my whole body instead of just my neck to see things behind me. I was completely miserable yesterday.

Calvin had another breath holding spell Friday night. I didn’t panic this time until Calvin started breathing again.

My plants are dead. This is entirely my fault as I forgot to check the weather report for frost and woke up to discover a light smattering of snow on them. Though, it looks like the plants I don’t particularly care about as much, such as thyme and dill, survived ok.

Ups

Jaeger got up to take care of Calvin today. Between my cold and my back I didn’t get back to a deep sleep but I was able to snooze a little bit more.

We got a babysitter for Calvin and went out to a coffee shop and read for a couple hours before grabbing lunch and returning home. It was good for both of us to get a break.

Calvin Moment

I told Calvin’s babysitter that it was ok if Calvin went outside. Also, that he liked to play in dirt and the plants were dead anyway so it was probably ok to let him. We came back from our outing to discover Calvin covered from head to toe in dirt. He was obviously having the time of his life. One of his “toys” is an old measuring cup of mine which he commandeered as a shovel to scoop dirt from the pots onto our deck. Normally, we have to strip Calvin of his clothing after supper. Today, we had to strip him before he could come back inside the house.

Simplification

Food Diary