I haven’t written much lately, but last week was a terrible week. Everything was going wrong, to the point that, by the end of the week, every time something new blew up, we just started taking it in stride. “What’s that? All of the plants on Earth have stopped producing oxygen? Yeah, that figures. It’s that kind of week, right?”
Right up until the deployment that I had Saturday night / Sunday morning, things kept going wrong. (Even during the deployment we had some issues, but we managed to get past them and they didn’t do too much harm.)
I still don’t have time to write, now, but I’ll leave you with a quote from Douglas Adams, which kind of sums up the week for me:
The good news is that it’s Monday, and the day is almost over, and it was a good day. So the “bad week” probably really was a bad week—not a bad month.
The major difference between a thing that might go wrong and a thing that cannot possibly go wrong is that when a thing that cannot possibly go wrong goes wrong it usually turns out to be impossible to get at and repair.