So yeah, overtime last night, in at the office, slogging away at the code until after 22:00. I don't recall seeing that number on an office computer in, oh, four years or so, not since I pulled all-nighters in IONA in Stephen's Green, more to use the web from a comfortable chair than by necessity of work. But I got a good lot done before I hit for home, and ate a passable pizza to keep me going.
Unfortunately, Dublin's delightful transport system was less cooperative, and while the DART was happy and good and arrived within minutes of my being in the station, the bus took 45 minutes to arrive - this is a situation where I have a choice of three different routes, mind - and there were no taxis in sight. And the wind was punishingly cold, and strong enough to stretch my coat, which is heavy heavy leather and down to my ankles, out horizontally behind me.
But on grounds of being in work late, I stayed in bed late, which is always good, and the Book Clubbooks we had ordered before Christmas have finally arrived. One of those is a massive reference atlas, which I'm going to spend days reading while I consider making something similar in intent, though of necessity smaller, for Davon. Another is (one of?) Jamie Olivers cookbook(s), and they threw in a book on scriptwriting by JMS for free. They threw in a crappy looking novel with a lurid pink cover for free too, but we're ignoring that.
Cold Fusion seems to be a very good product - it's easy to learn, and it Does Good Stuff. I'm building a shopping cart from it at the minute, never used the stuff before, and it's not proving too hard.
And then there's dinner tonight, with Nina, in the Cedar Tree restaurant, which is a wonderful small Lebanese restaurant in Andrew's Street. I'm very much looking forward to that, it's been ages since we were out to dinner properly.