Back to work. When you have four days of no work in a row, the fourth feels like real holidays. And the Monday after feels like the Mother Of All Mondays.
On #joiito, we’ve seen some poetry by Kevin Marks ¹, so I contributed one, too:
sweat in summer sticks to your back so down your neck you pour cold water
Reminds me of Haiku writing on #emacs with John Wiegley ².
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And here’s to silly ³:
Str: 9 Int: 15 Wis: 17 Dex: 11 Con: 11 Chr: 12