Things did not work out how I was planning in software land today, as I was expecting something to work that just didn’t. I’d planned and plotted and diagrammed, but the extensive work to get it rocking didn’t make sense. Like any good general, I beat a hasty retreat, changed my plans ever so slightly and forged ahead. And now, I am truly rocking.

I’ve been infected with Anthony Bourdain fever; I feel a siren call that’s telling me to leave everything behind, steal the chef’s knife from the kitchen and join the ranks of aspiring professional chefs. I will lash myself to the mast, make coq au vin a few times in the next week, and hope I survive, but if I disappear, imagine me washing dishes somewhere, making goo-goo eyes at the sauté station.