As things stand at about 4pm Pacific time, the massive file transfer is just over halfway done. My phone will let me know if for some reason the Samba share on Beast disappears (a clear sign that the 3Ware RAID controller has barfed again). Knocking on wood, if I get no such message then I’ll be able to confidently walk into the office tomorrow and prepare to finish this damnable project. After a decent night’s sleep, of course. (So far I’ve clocked about two hours’ sleep in the last 35.)

Then I can prepare for the retreat. Turns out I’m staying overnight at this mountain resort. (It really is. The place is named “The Resort At The Mountain.” And I’d love to know how they got their hands on that domain, since I’m sure that other resort owners would gladly kill for it. But I digress.) Wendi is sure that I’ll end up sharing a room with somebody. I think that if that were the case we’d have been asked about who we want to buddy with, but then again communications isn’t always the strongest part of our company hierarchy. We’ll see. I’d really really like to have a room of my own. I like my fellow department heads well enough, but I’m almost certain I don’t want to sleep near any of them… and I can almost guarantee they feel the same way about me.

Note to self: Don’t forget to dub that tape, change your voicemail greeting and look at Matt Lund’s PC. Okay, self? Do you think you can handle all of that? Good boy.

I could really use a decent night’s sleep. Or hadn’t you noticed?