With cold winter air
The end of work week brings change
To a weekend sloth.
With cold winter air
The end of work week brings change
To a weekend sloth.
Though gone for awhile
I show up time and again
Like a bad penny.
Software is made of
Technology not magics.
Reality hurts.
Thursday morning blues.
Past hump day, but still more work.
Weekends are better.
Knowledge is captured–
Here but for a fleeting time.
Whiteboard is erased.
Saint George’s Donuts,
Like a kiss from an angel,
Melt away troubles.
Test project working
But service fails to comply–
Deployment heartache.
Went out for a run.
First time in about six weeks.
I think I broke me.
Contract has ended.
Though I may be moving on,
I’ll likely be back.
Though the view is bright,
The air does not feel like spring.
Nature fools again.