Aww, man.

I'm working on hour 11 of work-related conciousness (no lunch break) thanks to three critical bugs that decided to announce themselves in the homestretch of our software testing timeline. Soon I get to leave my monster, drive to the airport, and collect M from his round-trip-in-a-day jaunt to Phoenix.

The pressure at work steps up from here until mid- or late July. Fun times. Insert comments about mice, spaghetti, sauce, the deep end, and cookies at will.