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Made it into work this at something close to my usual time, but felt increasingly jet-lagged at the day wore on. After muddling up a series of things I was trying to work on, I called it a day at a reasonable hour, went home, got changed, and went out for a run. Along my way I met AM who was busy walking a friend's dog. Grateful for the opportunity, I stopped for a chat before resuming. Despite the almost complete and utter feeling of exhaustion, I actually managed a pretty decent pace.
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A less than ideal day when what should have been a straightforward outage to apply patches overran substantially when the firmware needed to be re-flashed and the system re-bounced. Even after the machine was back there were problems with database corruption that refused to resolve themselves with anything less than a cold-start of the batch system — a task I'm ashamed to say I now have down to a fine art.

I eventually got home sometime after 8pm, having left for work before 7am, grabbed something to eat, and now I'm going to collapse into bed ready to do the whole thing again tomorrow...
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It hasn't been the easiest of weeks. Actually, it hasn't been the easiest of months. June has been marked by endless injuries and a constant series of health problems, culminating in various worries about my on-going blood chemistry problems. But at least these seem now to be easing, thanks to positive news from the hospital and gradual but definite improvements in my hearing.

And work hasn't been much better: we're at the peak period in our usual five year cycle; we're short of people and things are likely to get worse before they get better; and we're up against a series of deadlines which have suddenly become contentious, requiring a great deal of scrupulous attention to detail. But on the plus side, at least I've discovered a use for my philosophy MA: a solid grounding in how to write a short, clear, pointed email with precise attention to the points being answered...
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Completely exhausted thanks to a combination of work and several days of non-stop activity. Fortunately today is finally a rest day, leaving me free to put up my feet for the evening, kick back with an unchallenging novel, and go to bed before the sun has dropped below the horizon...
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Slept through almost all of the flight, including take-off, waking briefly for food. I returned to consciousness at around time I usually get up in the UK in an attempt to reset my body clock back to something approaching local time. The journey was smooth and uneventful, although we had to make a couple of loops round over Reading and the various reservoirs west of London while waiting for a slot to free up at Heathrow. Not that I'm complaining: the weather was good and aerial views, especially of Hampton Court, were pretty spectacular.

After a certain amount of confusion - our taxi driver had been given the wrong terminal information - we met our lift back to Exeter and made good time. I managed to stay awake for the journey - although honesty compels me to admit that there were moments when my eyelids felt very heavy - but now I'm back in what was my working day in the US, I'm through the worst of it but not entirely unhappy that I haven't had to follow through with this afternoon's activities.
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I've crossed the finishing tape, caught up on some of my domestic chores and bought myself a train ticket. So now that remains is to travel up to Coventry tomorrow for the start of Christmas with the family.
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Massively busy and very tired, I'm counting the hours until the start Christmas. After a frantic few days of activity, I'm happy to be able to report that I've successfully done all the things I absolutely positively had to do before going away; I've completed most of the things I really ought to do; and I've completed a decent number of discretionary activities. I haven't completed the huge pile of stuff I started doing yesterday, but I've done enough of it to soften the landing on my return in January...
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Well, that was a slog. Spent most of this week on a course which, despite the best efforts of the trainer, wasn't exactly the most exciting thing ever. It sparked off some interesting ideas, but despite getting in well before dawn and staying on late I was too short on time to implement most of them. Dealing with various other things in the evenings left me so exhausted that by the last of this afternoon's sessions, it was all I could do to keep my eyes open.

Fortified by tea, I pushed off to the quay for an evening of dark climbing. It was good fun — although I think it was lighter than last year because they left the lights on in bouldering rooms — and I'm quite tempted to get a head torch for running and climbing, but I can't really justify the cost. Happily, E doesn't have the same problem: she won a Tikkina in the raffle.
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Pretty miserable day all things considered: I was still very tired despite not getting in to work until the shocking late hour of 7:45 and the rest of the day, while relatively productive, dragged very heavily; I managed to pick precisely the wrong time to go home, got very wet and cold waiting for the bus, only to end up sitting uncomfortably close to a rather fragrant group of individuals. All of which, combined with some bad news from elsewhere, left me so out of sorts there was nothing for it but to go to bed early with a book, in the hope that things will be better tomorrow...
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As more or less expected, I'm feeling a little delicate today. My hands are still protesting yesterday's treatment and now some of my back muscles have come out in sympathy. I suppose I ought to get the knots kneaded out, but since that isn't going to happen, it's going to have to be rest and Tiger Balm. Worse my poor metabolism, clearly protesting against this morning's demands for a run and lamenting my pleasant but less than filling lunch, has insisted on a comprehensive refuel in exchange for continuing to keep me upright and functional.
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I had vague plans to go bouldering tonight, but the weather was terrible and I was feeling rather washed out — a combination of lots of early mornings, too many miles run, and not enough care taken to eat properly — so I stayed in a caught up with a spot of reading. I finished my first novel of the year — Jacqueline Carey's excellent Kushiel's Dart — at the weekend and now I'm busy zipping through something lighter in the form of Melissa Scott's The Roads of Heaven novels, as recommended by Liz Bourke, whose tastes reliably reflect my own making her an excellent literary pathfinder.

Criticised by the others for not going to the Fat Pig last night — my lame excuses being tiredness and exhaustion leading to the failure of our plan to go down to the quay, and the need to save up my pennies for a climbing rope — I struggled to remember the last time I went out on the town with the usual suspects. The last occasion I could positively recall was supper at the Rusty Bike sometime in early 2013. Now, with access to the exo-brain, I've realised that it was actually early May: bad, but not quite as bad as I'd feared. And it's not exactly as if I don't see them every day for the morning kaffeeklatsch...
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After having a good time on Monday, I've been out of sorts for most of this week: an attack of total exhaustion coupled with a horribly ulcerated lip that makes almost everything — talking, smiling, eating, cleaning my teeth — unpleasantly painful. Since both are classic symptoms of iron deficiency, the problem is almost certainly self-induced — now that I think about, I've been a bit a lax about remembering to take my supplements — but that doesn't really make me feel any better...
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After months of prep and endless meetings, a long uninterrupted stint in the chair pushing through a big upgrade. Things went more or less according to plan, despite an unexpected glitch in one of the firmware upgrades and an unfortunate problem that broken the clustering software and required a second round of reboots to clear.

What with today's work coming on top of a long day yesterday topped off with call out to troubleshoot a nasty scheduling problem, I'm feeling more than a little exhausted. So instead of the active end to the week I'd originally planned, I've decided to limit myself to morning runs and early nights for the next few days.
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Very long day, one way and another. Started with a rushed attempt to complete a series of benchmarks ahead of this morning's OS upgrade, followed by a brief bout of activity at the start of the upgrade, followed by some very long delay while the firmware was updated and the hardware reinitialised. Snatched a quick lunch while the others resolved a couple of outstanding problems with the swap space before returning to repeat my benchmark runs and to spend the remainder of the afternoon mopping up the glitches and artifacts of the morning's work.

I left at around five, grabbed some bagels at the supermarket on the way home, crammed down some food and dashed out to meet the rest of the gang at quay. After a busy evening we finished up at Bar Venezia where no-one felt particularly tempted to join in with their salsa evening...
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After making a pretty good start to things, tracking down a particularly perplexing problem, my inspiration seemed to drain away and I spent most of the rest of the day noodling around with things that didn't really seem to go anywhere. I went for a lacklustre swim — for once I didn't resent the pool for closing at six for an aquarobics class — and rounded the day off by failing to make any significant progress with the cryptic crossword.

ETA: Crossword finally cracked on Saturday morning. I have no idea why I found it such a struggle the first time round.
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Enjoyable evening at the Bike Shed Theatre Bar, even if exhaustion did set in towards the end — I felt as though I'd spent the last three-quarters of an hour yawing and struggling to keep my eyes open.
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Things have been more than slightly difficult and demanding recently: long hours, insufficiently planned out bits of work, inadequate tools, buggy software, significant overruns, and serious levels of exhaustion. Fortunately it looks like I've managed to complete everything in time ahead of the Easter deadline, giving me a couple of weeks to catch up and start to return to normal.

And the week hasn't been entirely without compensations: I've managed to catch up on some DVDs that Dr S lent me a month and more ago; I've managed to fit in a couple of evening bike rides thanks to the shift to daylight saving time; and I've even managed to complete my second ever Araucaria which, following on from last Friday's succcess with Tramp, leaves me flushed with triumph...
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Enjoyable party at the Rusty Bike last night to mark Dr S's birthday. Highlights included M telling the waitress a pretty awful filthy joke, the revelation that I don't have a middle name, a clockwork Transformer, and a really rather excellent pear tarte tatin. The downside? Waking up this morning at the usual time despite having got far less sleep than normal only to remember that today's the day we shift from GMT to BST...
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Birthday barbecue chez C this evening, complete with various forms of veggie goodness. Or, more precisely, quorn. Which isn't my favourite thing ever, but isn't quite as bad as soggy cardboard. Or mushrooms. A good time was had by all, but sadly my batteries ran out at around half-nine and I ended up cadging an early lift home.
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I had the dream again today. The one where all this crazy dream stuff is trying to happen around me but I'm so tired, I can't seem to stay awake; where my eyes keep dragging themselves closed and I keep falling asleep and missing the weirdness going on around me. A sure sign of my current chronic levels of tiredness.

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