elfs | Gods, what a week

Children of the Corn

Goddess, what a week overall. I've been fighting that damn sinus cold, infection, whatever for two weeks now. It's really been hanging on. Tonight is the first night I haven't been so stuffed up I needed psuedophedrine to sleep through the night, and thank the Gods for that.

Actually got a lot done at the office. After a positively heroic effort, I've upgraded our infrastructure's VM from Python 2.3.4 to Python 2.5.2, so that'll be going into the product pretty damn soon. While we're very conservative where I work with a strong "it ain't broke" attitude, there are some features and facilities in Python 2.5.2 that just cannot be ignored much longer.

Omaha and I took the girls to one of the farms in southern King County to pick out pumpkins and do the corn maze. We had a lot of fun in the corn maze, but Kouryou-chan kept trying to take the lead and I had to keep reminding her that it was Yamaraashi-chan's turn to chart our course to the next marker in the maze. Kouryou-chan has the map in the photograph. We only picked up two pumpkins this year, that was all our budget could afford. Omaha shared kettle corn with the girls; I indulged with the cheaper, more artery-clogging treat of roast corn with too much butter and salt.

Yamaraashi-chan carves a pumpkin

On Monday, we carved the pumpkins. Kouryou-chan's was very ambitious, a silhouette of a cat, and although she tried to get it right the cat's head still fell off. Yamaraashi-chan's was much more ordinary, but she had good fun working on it. My camera has a lot of noise in low-light, which annoys me, but it never ceases to amaze me how well Yamaraashi-chan photographs. Some people just photograph poorly (see prior post). I've knows some very pretty people who don't photograph well; something about their face is lost when translated to two dimenstions. Yamaraashi-chan's not among them.

Tuesday, I had to run Yamaraashi-chan up to her quarterly eye doctor's appointment. Nothing to report. No changes; her eye still wanders, but not so much as it used to, the exercises are doing her good. Unremarkable. The doctor is back in his old office, which confused me. I asked about it and the woman behind the counter said, "Well, we were here, then we moved across the hall, but that half of the building burned down, so we're back here until they rebuild." Goodness!

I had a date Thursday with a friend that I had to call off because the sinus cold came roaring back and kept me up all night. I've been exhausted all Thursday and Friday. It was probably a good thing, too; I had too much to do with the girls' costumes as it was. But damn, I'd really like to have a life where I get to stop being either (a) sick, (b) working or (c) a dad every minute of the day.

Haven't done much writing. Too tired, too stressed, too worried about next Tuesday.