The bloated truth.

Ah, another year and another Thanksgiving come and gone. *belch* The food was uncommonly good this year or maybe I'm just "starved" for a good home-cooked meal. No, that can't be it. One of my room-mates is quite an accomplished cook when she puts her mind to it. The company was pretty good, too. I secluded myself in a back room with my uncle and we chatted while I changed wireless routers for my mother and her room-mate. The swap took longer than expected but considering I had to guess at some of the passwords that had been in place and then had to find out why the one computer (room-mate's laptop) wasn't acquiring an IP, I think it went fairly well. (Incidentally, the reason it wasn't acquiring a new IP is because it already had a self-generated IP in the 169 range. Once I actually executed an IPCONFIG /release - renew, it acquired a new IP from the new router and allowed me to input the security credentials.)

The festivities were somewhat off-set by the fact that I spent several hours at work. Fortunately, the problem with the portal was nothing I could solve even if I did have permissions on the cluster. Instead, I played tape monkey, though that went well, too.

Confusion is still my primary mood these days and though I thought, late last night, I had briefly acquired some clarity, I find that it is gone again today. *shrug* More T'ai Chi, less synthahol. :p