Most of my day today was spent loading a solid half-cord of well-seasoned but mossy and buggy cedar rounds from some craigslister’s backyard, followed by a dump run to the astonishingly clean and sort-of science-fictiony Shoreline Transfer Station.

For my sawbuck, I had been expecting a quarter-cord at the most of iffy wood, not the really decent stuff I ended up loading, to my arms’ and my back’s chagrin. Having borrowed Greg’s little half-ton Chevy truck, I felt it was only thematically appropriate to bring the dog everywhere with me as I wrestled the recalcitrant truck into submission. He was very well behaved if a bit puzzled, since riding around usually means a visit to the dog park.

Of course, all this manly activity did nothing to advance my data recovery project, and I have been working on that since I returned. I have managed to get apache to boot and the base content is in place, but MySQL needs to be fixed, and there’s this and that Perl doohickey to wedge into this and that data crevice and yadda yadda yadda.

Time to reheat that ol’ pasta sauce, I reckon. I’m still a bit peeved that the data emergency has stolen some of my goals from me this weekend, but hey, at least I didn’t freak out about the problem and it looks like all the contributed content will be fine, one way or another.

Dammit, I forgot to call my folks. I knew there was some midday thing that would get eaten by the time monsters.