I hear my name as I sit near the fireplace, trying not to fiddle with init.el. Oh the possibilities ... there is a wave of cold air coming in, while ~ploum is closing the door. Sure, the light is a little low, but heck, emacs white on midnight blue is bright enough on my screen ...
Hey ploum! If you feel like joining? I would even close the lid of my little machine. There is nothing even close to real conversation, right? Offline, yes? :-)
~bartender is serving the Lager. So cheers!
As the monokai gradients give in to the subtle gruvbox palette as the sun begins to set, my fingers arch into the ibuffer list; putting to sleep the buffers I haven't visited in a while and reflecting on their existence. Sleep well my little inodes, till the next time we meet