Went & did that test deployment, still nasty by the bridge, came back via Sunderland, again taking the opportunity to contribute to the oil revenues of our comrades to the south.

Feeling a bit logy, wish that cold front would push through already.

Feels strange to be trapped in the dramatization of somebody else's internal conflicts, perhaps I've mentioned it. Remain convinced that the only basis for conflict between us is misunderstanding, plenty of that, good share of it myself, I imagine, none of it willful, for my part, anyway.

Lovable, stubborn donkey. Strolling fancy chickens.

Eyeing farms longingly on the way home, server farm, chicken farm, how different can they be?