Stalled servers and slipped stitches
Want to wake up the complacent IT gang? Have BOTH the mail and web servers fail to restart after what can only be called “a hard night”. My guess; some patches that didn’t apply properly, but we don’t know for sure. After some careful head scratching (don’t want to reduce the number of active follicles), we attacked the problem head on. Sorry. We used our collected knowledge of server science, and restarted the services. The phone stopped ringing, and we returned to our normal state of quiet attentiveness. No bonus monies in our world. And that’s how it rocks, in my band. Sorry. As a dedicated computer tech, I’m mentally prepared for the little emergencies that assure we are appreciated by those that matter.
Watching a documentary about live oak. The little tree that could, back when a cannon ball wasn’t just a decoration near the local war monument. Hard stuff to work with, and hard stuff to break. The show is vaunting the construction of a vessel known as Old Ironsides (now on display in the greater Boston area, more than two centuries after its launch.) Still too early to tell if we’ll have any steel vessels that make it that far on a personal timeline.
The dog is back from a session of stitch removal. Glad that saga is over, and I’d love to think he’ll be wiser in future. The only catch is that the veterinarian was unsure of how many were “installed” originally. I’m not reassured by that little admission. And the dog isn’t saying.
