Araska is a rock, actually that is a lie, Araska is a fictional rock, in a fictional sea, in a fictional world, the only thing that could be said about is that, if said, world, sea and rock were to exist, then you would have a nice view of a fictional harbour.
Monday, October 18, 2004
I am afflicted with a perplexing melancholy this morning - and perhaps this week - maybe its winter fast approaching, maybe it's the day length shortening, I can't really say. Today should bring a final test of our system, and infrastructure before we go into pilot. I am of course referring to work, which I rarely do, but this is important. We have been working hard on this for a while, myself a year, and others two or more. So pilot is a significant milestone, but we are not there yet. Tonight I, if we get the go ahead, I will come back to work in the wee hours of the morning to run our final tests. Hopefully all will go smoothly, perhaps it is the milestone which drives me to distraction. Faltering on the last step of a marathon would be my comparison. My mental hope is that once we cross the line the new list of challenges will spur me on. So giddy up!
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