I had a lovely conversation with Fluffy this morning. He brings over a document I wrote last Friday, and asked about a section that didn't make sense. I read over in and confirm that yes, I described a section of the process incorrectly.
"Good," he says.
I think, it's not even 8 AM Monday morning and Fluffy is still an ass. Glad to see the universe is still consistent.
To be fair, he did eventually figure out that maybe "good" is not the correct response to a coworker saying that they made a mistake. It was most amusing listening to him try to backpedal.
Woke up this morning with the beginnings of a sore throat and a profound understanding of just how much I underestimated my ability to run with and average of 4-6 hours of sleep a night for over a week. I'm planning on using the time between now and Catalunya to try and catch up on some sleep. Unfortunately, after a deep and extensive conference with my calendar I realized that there are only three nights between now and when Catalunya coverage starts. Um, yea math?