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So this morning the VERY IRRITATING alarm in the stairwell went off, the one that doesn't actually mean anything and we can't do anthing about but call PhysPlant and hope that they send someone quickly (which they generally don't), but it turned off again after five or ten minutes (which I attribute more to the capriciousness of the alarm than the attentive ministrations of PhysPlant). And now Jeff or someone is testing a something - probably a Permapower - and I have the charming boom of Check one-two, Check onetwothreefour-five . . . in a bass rumble permeating the back room and spilling over into the consultant desk.

I think that this is conspiring to tell me that it was a poor idea to not get enough sleep last night.
But social knitting is fun. And I'm not sorry (at least not yet).

Last night I had a