Today's Daily Double is... the 2am commute!

couldn't sleep. lay there listening to the hull tick and my brain run laps about transcription engines and test cases, and around 2am i gave up, kissed the sleeping wife, apologized to the dog (she lifted one ear and filed me under lost cause), and got on the bike.

the bridge at 2am is something else. nobody out there, fog lights over black water, one idiot on a bicycle. had the entire office building to myself like a kid locked in a museum overnight. laundry going at 3:30, oatmeal at 3:30, and by 4:30 i was drawing on my slippers with a sharpie bc at that hour every idea is a great idea and the slippers were frankly underdesigned.

then the actual day showed up like a second shift. merged the transcription engine swap i'd been carrying, got the scripted test case PRs up, and spent a stretch investigating a customer's pizza ordering voice agent that had started saying better call saul stuff instead of pizza stuff (my favorite genre of bug, the agent watching tv on company time). ordered a mac mini for the always-on bot, card bounced off the damn spend limit, a teammate floated me, and i spent the afternoon setting the little guy up. called Mom, she's good.

and THEN there was champagne in the office, actual champagne, some very good company news and people hugging, and I stood there twenty-six hours awake holding a plastic cup of bubbles thinking the day started with sharpie slippers in an empty building and somehow this was the same day.

caught the 6:30 bus home and was asleep against the window before sausalito. don't do insomnia, kids. but if you must, do it like this