The programming project that’s been dominating my time and my life should wrap up this weekend. In fact, this is the do-or-die weekend. I’m supposed to run my big-fix program before Monday. Everyone from the president of IT on down is waiting for results, so if I fail, I’m failing on a big stage.
It’s a bit stressful, but I also tend to thrive under this kind of pressure. Years ago, an agent who signed me in Los Angeles told me he liked to work with standup comedians and retired athletes, and that the two share some personality traits. As someone nearly devoid of natural athletic ability, my reaction was something like, “Uh … huh? What are you talking about?”
“Think about it,” he said. “You both have to perform in a high-pressure situation in front of a live audience. Doesn’t matter if you’re tired, doesn’t matter what kind of mood you’re in, doesn’t matter how good you were last time out. When it’s game time, you have to get out there and do the job. There’s no re-shoot and no second take. It’s the personality type who wants the ball when it matters.”
So yeah, I kind of wanted the ball when this one came around. Hope I don’t fumble.
Anyway, I expect life to return to normal on Monday, which means I won’t be an absent blogger anymore.
In the meantime, I thought I’d share the view from our kitchen window this morning:
Deer come down from the hills now and then and and nose around the tree line, but usually the dogs bark and scare them away. The dogs happened to be snoozing in the sun room when I took these pictures. We counted eight deer in all. It was a pleasing, relaxing sight to take in before heading upstairs to put my program through some final tests before running it.
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