Storm

I was looking out the kitchen window about an hour ago, and started composing a blog-post in my head: "If swallows flying high is a sign of good weather, what does it mean when their wingtips clip the rooftiles?" The answer is, obviously, "imminent bad weather"—and the thunder has just begun. Just as well that I didn't intend going out this evening.

Spoke to G earlier, they finished work on the Bavarian project during May and have as yet no replacement for it, so I have nothing more to do there. I may start looking for work else with a clear conscience and no delayed start date.

Project Unfilth continues. I bought rubber gloves and several kinds of cleaner today. Tomorrow I shall put on my biohazard suit and my new gloves and clean the toilet bowl.

It's an exciting life being a software developer, I tell you!