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I got Niall’s virus, and have been running a 102.6°F (39.2°C) temperature.  As a further illustration of the differences between this employer and my former employer, they are demanding that I stay home, rather than demanding that I come in.  Which makes me feel like a loser.  But at least I have a lot of dense material to study to pass the time.

I took the train to work today.  Note to self: do not miss the 07h30 out of Union Station.  The next one is at 08h50, which, while it gives you time to buy an Almond Joy, gets you to work rather late.

Best case one way seems like 2 to 2.25 hours.  The Metrolink is exceedingly pleasant, and the Gold Line’s not too bad.  And I can do productive stuff: work, or watch movies, or listen to podcasts.  Or today, sleep.  On both trains.  The whole way.

I’m trying to take the train in to work tomorrow.  Wish me luck.  This is, after all, Los Angeles.  Any day now (ominous voice) the 118/210 is going to be closed due to a fire.  And I’m feeling environmental.

Fed the cat (syringe + g-tube + coöperative cat = not too bad).  Time for bed.  See you at 02h00.

One of my new colleagues, an extremely talented and friendly one, saw my text of “Mika, we love you” on the top of mcgees.org.  She asked who Mika was.  Turned out, her dog, named Mika, died three years ago.

Actually, my previous digs were an office.  With a door.  But Cubeville’s not as bad as it’s made out to be.

A shot, with my shaky hands, before it gets covered with paperwork: