January 27, 2012

• Mmmm. Tartine.

  One of my friends in Illinois has made the most fantastic blackberry jam. Mailed it over in a foam-padded box, and Oh, my, it is the most wonderful stuff. Rich, and juicy, and tasting of autumn.  I've had it on toast, with some President butter (yes, I am a French butter snob on occasion). I am wondering why I waited three weeks to eat the stuff. I'm also wondering if it would be superbly greedy to eat a third slice. Maybe for breakfast.

  I'm working. It's 9pm on Friday night, and I'm working. I've been performing a virtual de-frag of the log files of some of our more important databases. This, I hope, will improve performance. Or, more likely, will rule out another cause of the slow running import.  It's reasonably simple. I wrote a script so that I didn't make any mistakes or click the wrong button. I'm doing one database at a time, so that if it errors (and because test isn't identical to live, I have to allow for these things), it's easy to fix.

  Then, I'm going to cast off the shoulders of the fair isle, read another batch of articles on steeking, and steek it. Actually. I read Eunny Jang's articles on the subject, and decided that would do the trick. I really do miss her blogging. It was awesome. Still, I have this to knit when I'm done with Sir's Fair Isle. And this. Not complaining.  I'm thinking that I've got a lot more Fair Isle in me yet.

  Ooh look. All done.

  xxx

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