January 17th, 2000
Lordy lordy, it's cold outside! -22C when I woke up this morning, -12C now. Add in the windchill effect and it's colder than a witches teat on the shady side of iceberg out there.
'Bout time it felt like a real winter. Invigorating!
Spent practically the entire weekend at work, fighting with my file server. I was supposed to upgrade and migrate it to a faster higher-capacity machine. Got through the upgrade part and ran into problems with licensing. Seems Netware 5 licensing has different categories for the server and user connection licenses. I had thought a server license is a server license but no, it has to be of the same category as the user connection license, lest your server cough up a shite load of errors.
Took me until Sunday at 4:00 to figure this out. Afterwards, I briefly gave myself a mental smack to the forehead - one of those can't see the forest for the trees situations.
I'm going to be working late tonight to finish the job. Now that that major hurdle has been cleared I can get on with the drudgery of backing up and restoring. Yee haw.
We're off to Ottawa this weekend to visit Dad. Talked with him last night - he sounds in relatively good spirits, though a bit tired. That or he was putting on a brave face in light of the inevitable. We shall see.
I'm at odds with myself about what I should write here regarding this situation. I've written and erased numerous sentences already to this point, not knowing what to say. We're all in kind of a holding pattern, waiting for the day and not knowing exactly what day it is; only knowing that it falls in the category of soon. There's not a danged thing I can do apart from wait for the phone call. Every time the phone rings, I gird myself and check the number display to see who it is, exhaling a sigh of relief seeing it's not from up that way. Then it's back into the mental and emotional preparation mode, going through countless scenarios in my mind and so forth until the next time the phone rings.
Bleah.
Am I selfish to sometimes wish for things to come to a speedy conclusion?
What an upbeat entry this has turned out to be. Mr. Bright 'n Cheerful, at your service. Pratfalls available in the lobby while you wait. I'll leave it at this, now that I've totally bummed myself out.
Well, not really. More just another reckoning with the inevitable; accepting that whatever happens is going to happen whether I'm a grumpus or a total loon. Might as well be a loon; it's more fun that way.