“What are you doing, weeping and breaking my heart? For I am ready not only to be bound, but even to die […] for the name of the Lord Jesus.”
I would very much like to see the “sh*t annoyed out of” my co-worker, as she so eloquently described her frustration with the copier.
Every 60 days our passwords expire here at work. Mine just expired last week, and I worked hard to think of a password I hadn’t used before, met the length and complicatedness criteria, and would stick in my head. I picked one, but my fingers itch to type my old one in; I had used that password for the last three or four years in various applications, and it felt quite natural to type it. Yet, later, a simple answer presented itself: Just add one digit to the end of the old password. For instance, if you used C4t as your password originally, why not use C4t0 as your new one, and C4t1 as the next, and so forth? Duh.
I set a slowness record this morning on my bike ride in. That hardly bothers me, though, because the temperature had me shivering all the way there, and I found it difficult to both shiver and ride at any decent pace. Also I found myself resenting the wind created by traffic whizzing by in the other lane: How unfair to create wind that makes me work while riding downhill!
10,000 steps yesterday.