My oversleeping is becoming institutionalised. And very over.
I do get to work, though.
Slightly more fragmented day, cleaning up bits and pieces.
There’s cake and so forth towards the end of the day, and I think everything gets done that needs to get done.
I leave with requests for stuff from Japan.
Get pizza from downstairs, drink a beer and chat to Tony and James M from upstairs as I’m waiting.
Pizza and wine and television, then.
Oh, and trying to tame the htaccess strangeness. I don’t understand.