It's been a bizarre and maddening week. Since Thursday, my hoomin has been dealing with low-grade anxiety over his tar pits, and it pretty much ate his weekend. He turned into a bit of a zombie since then. Deploying code at one in the morning, not getting any sleep, and dealing with weird side effects of said code did the trick. It will be a relief to face the mess on M*nd*y and clean it up as strange as it sounds. The gig itself is not in danger, but it's going to be a difficult week; we just don't how bad it's going to be.
Also, the roofers might show up as well. Or maybe the week after, we don't know. We're supposed to get a call from them forty-eight hours before the start of work, but that's all we have.
I guess this is the time to remember that things are never as good, or a bad as they seem. We'll just have to overbun somehow.
Good Night and Good Luck!