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Sitrep

My father has been back home since Thursday and I'll go visit him tomorrow. He has very little mobility, and my mother fears she won't be able to support him.  However, he is fully himself now, no longer confused. I do observe that his mobility is getting better. My mother, seeing him more often than me, doesn't seem to perceive these slight betterments.

It seems that Miss I and I are no longer on speaking terms. A shame really.

My home office is still a mess. The situation isn't helped by the facts that I am not often there, that there is only one key and that the concierge is now working part time so asking her to keep my keys isn't an option, not even taking my unusual working hours into account. Still, the leak(s) issue seems to be solved. 

My place by the sea hasn't been repaired since last year's leak, but I am living there now. The issue was less damaging there anyway. I can live with soiled walls and not with cratered bathroom and washroom.

The good thing is that I am living 75 miles from where I am working. It means that I am commuting daily, for a total time of a little less than three hours, or as much as seven on very bad days. And this is good news indeed. It gives me time to get out of my work, think about other things, listen to music, smoke cigars and just disconnect. The down side is that I am back to four hours nights.

Talking about work (tks PS):

"I want good data,

A data model,

But I got a project straight from hell..."

Add to that the complete technical and functional ignorance of most of my coworkers, cowboy-style solution management and casino-style contracting and you will get a better idea of the whole mess.