This is not my idea of fun

It's Friday night about 9 PM. I should be having a martini with Dan in some nice outdoor cafe, but I'm not. I should be at home sprawled on the sofa with a cat sleeping on my chest, but I'm not. Instead, I'm at work supervising a big computer system upgrade (software spread across several servers and about 150 workstations).

I got home at 10:30 last night and I'd love to be home that early tonight. I don't know if that's going to happen. Regardless of when we finish tonight, we'll be back here by 9 AM tomorrow morning to finish whatever doesn't get done tonight and do several hours of testing.

Not much chance that there'll be any art cloth created this weekend. If it sounds like I'm pouting that's because I am. This is just not soul-feeding work.