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Today is probably going to be a good day. How can I tell? Because generally when my morning run as far afoul as it did this morning and I leave the apartment in as pissed-off as I did this morning everything else is just a step up.

This morning:

1. My server failed to come up properly after a scheduled reboot (the same thing happened earlier this week with my other server - I hate it when installing patches to fix one thing breaks another!)
2. My SSL certificate expired and I haven't heard squat from Soltrus/CIBC/Verisign/Whatever-the-fuck-they-are-calling-themselves-today about the status of my renewal.
3. I completely forgot about my student loan payment and have several hundred dollars less than I thought I did
4. I have a hole in my coat pocket and there was a bunch of change inside the lining (I hate that)
5. And, in general, I have more to do than time to do it.

So, I fixed the server, installed a self-signed certificate that will suffice until Soltrus gets off the pot, juggled money I don't really have from one account to another, fished the change out of the lining, downed a mug of espresso, and got out the damn door. Things started looking up immediately. There was notification of a package in my mailbox which I assume is my housewarming gift from Elisabeth.

Tonight I am going to cook myself something simple and yummy. I'm going to sew my coat and a couple other things that desperately need repair. I'm going to finish off the drawing I am doing for Elaine so I can give it to her tomorrow. And I am going to clean up as much of the still-disorganized-from-moving clutter in the apartment as possible.

Yay!

The package was my gift from Elisabeth. I got a wee sketchbook, a little rolling Zero toy, a candle and some smelly soaps. But the real winner in the whole deal was ( Jazz )