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Misfiring neurons

So somewhere in the wee hours of last night, I suddenly half-woke-up, pushed at jcobleigh's arm, and asked, "Are you okay!?!"

He woke up abruptly.

He stared at me.

He said, "What?"

I said, "Do you want to specify a property?"*

He said, "What?"

I tried to explain. "We have a tool that can help you specify a--wait, no, that doesn't make any sense."

I thought really hard.

I tried again. "You can specify it with--no, that still doesn't make any sense."

He asked, "Are you okay?"

I thought really hard again. I felt like I was having normal thoughts inside my head, but the words my brain made my mouth say didn't make any sense. Like that disease, you know?

After I had that thought, I realized there was nothing else and I wanted to go back to sleep.

I said, "There is nothing else. Go back to sleep."

He flopped back onto his pillow and promptly fell asleep.

So did I.

* My research is all about "specifying properties". I had spent eight hours with a client yesterday, specifying properties.


You, too, huh?

Somewhere about 2:30 in the morning this morning, I woke up (sorta) pointing at the ceiling and muttering something incoherent.

Husband: "What?"

Me: "The cables *mutter mutter*"

Husband: "What are you pointing at?"

Me: *attempting vainly to think rationally* "That, um, package, cables, we can't forget...the switch..."

Husband: "Think about what you're saying. I just woke up to see your arm raised at the ceiling, then you pointed and started mumbling. Now, what are you talking about?"

Me: "Oh, I thought, wait..." (In my mind, there was a large clear plastic package tacked to the ceiling horizontally that was empty and had black lettering on it that was supposed to have network cables in it.) "Um, sorry."

I fell asleep shortly thereafter. Like you, I'm in the depths of a project at work. We're completely recabling our 5000 sq ft data center where I work as a supervisor and we're replacing all of our Cisco networking equipment with Extreme Networks gear. Switches, and cables, and cabinets, oh my! My poor husband, he must have thought I was losing my mind. :)

Cheers and sympathies!